title: The Hanging Gardens of Babylon
author:  Ismaiel Aldean 
description: Ismaiel Aldean is an Iraqi native who qualified from Baghdad Medical School before completing his Surgical training in the United Kingdom. There he met his Irish wife Mary and the two returned to Iraq to start their lives together, living there for 12 years. During those years, Aldean built his own hospital and was directly involved in the vicious eight-year Iraq-Iran war as a leading surgeon on the front line, where he dealt with some of the most horrific medical cases and witnessed the human tragedy of war. Due to his position in society, he interacted with top political leaders, including Saddam Hussein. These encounters gave him a rare insight into the unknown side of Saddams personality and the positive impression he left on the dictator was eventually the reason he made it out alive. Aldean stated that, after receiving a tip from a member of the government in 1990, he and his family left Iraq unaware of why they were being advised to leave. It was not until they landed in the U.K. that the invasion of Kuwait was announced in the media and the realization that they would never return struck home. Aldean spent the following years rebuilding a life for his family and worked at Trafford General Hospital, Manchester, for 13 years before retiring in 2010. Aldean was appointed as colorectal surgeon in 1997, served as divisional director of surgery for nine years and was awarded seven Clinical Excellence Awards for his work. During his time in Manchester, he was also appointed tutor and examiner at Manchester Medical School and examiner for the Royal College of Surgeons in Scotland.
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  # Aberystwyth Mon Amour
  
  # Malcolm Pryce
  
  Copyright © 2001 by Malcolm Pryce
  
  For Mum and Dad, Andy and Pepys
  
  let's be clear about it then: Aberystwyth in the Eighties was no Babylon. Even
  when the flood came there was nothing Biblical about the matter, despite what
  some fools are saying now. I spent the years before the deluge operating out
  of an office on Canticle Street, above the Orthopaedic Boot shop. And you know
  what that means: take two lefts outside the door and you were on the Old Prom.
  That was where it all happened: the bars, the dives, the gambling dens, the
  24-hour Whelk Stall, and Sospan's ice-cream kiosk. That's where the tea-cosy
  shops were, the ones that never sold tea cosies; and the toffee-apple dens,
  the ones that never sold toffee. And that was where those latter day Canutes,
  the ladies from the Sweet Jesus League, had their stall. I saw a lot of things
  along that part of the Prom, but I don't remember seeing any hanging gardens.
  Just those round