As the spring of 1981 arrived, the end of my general surgery ordeal came into sight. My spirits lifted, because the second three months of my surgical house job was to be in orthopaedics, which I expected to be dull but civilised. Easter fell at the beginning of April, and it included Steve Hammond’s birthday. […]
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Poetical Essay On The Existing State Of Things
The summer news drought has been cancelled. Right back in the middle of the 19th Century, Fleet Street labelled the month of August ‘the Silly Season’ (‘Cucumber Time’ to my European readers). This year we have a vibrant Technicolor news freak out instead. Every time you think that Mr Trump has reached his offensive peak, […]
The Ministry of Fear
As I arrived in Southwold, Suffolk, for the annual family gathering, I was puzzled by a plethora of red, white and blue bunting. It was the day after the Bastille Day massacre in Nice and I briefly wondered if the bunting was a gesture of solidarity. Then I wondered if the town was having an […]