mostly david ephgrave

What a lovely day for a 66-mile round trip to London for my second rescheduled doctors' appointment to be brought forward without my knowledge and without them thinking to call me when I didn't turn up to see if I'd received their letter; a £30 train ticket’s quite a price to pay for a Gray’s Inn Rd coffee. The only good news was I managed to get back to Hitchin pretty quickly all things considered, though I did have to go to St Pancras rather than the usual King’s Cross due to Chris Grayling’s bastardised rail timetable (another Tory success story; "successstory?"), I'd received an answerphone message by the afternoon with the offer of a rescheduled appointment, but it’s still frustrating that I went all that way for no real reason, particularly when it’s the second time it's happened; you’d definitely think it would be obvious when I didn’t turn up yesterday that I might not been told of the change of date, when that situation could have ...

I had an appointment at the Royal Throat, Nose and Ear Hospital today - which is a subsidiary of the Heads, Shoulders, Knees and Toes Institute - to look into my ongoing vertigo (which is some kind of John Virgo / Alfred Hitchcock amalgam). It was good to finally have extensive tests to try to get to the bottom of something that affects me almost daily. I first experienced this level of extreme dizziness while working on Dreamboats & Petticoats in the West End, which literally hit me mere minutes from curtain up. All of a sudden, I felt like I was going to collapse, and had to be taken out of the show for fear I would faint mid-performance (which was all included in the price). My GP at the time suggested it may be labyrinthitis, but they never quite got to the bottom of it. The dizziness didn’t pass for weeks, which ultimately led to me leaving the cast of Dreamboats to recover, and ever since then, I’ve suffered long bouts of vertigo so often...