The truth, the whole truth…and a little bit of poetic license

Having announced my decision to give up on the cancer treatment, I was invited to join the lads for a little soirée in Exeter. “Not just the lads but the proper lads”, Mark told me. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

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Science, The Science and Anything BUT the Science

During the covid pandemic I was considered to be a right-wing conspiracy theorist for questioning the official narrative: That to ask about the Chinese origins of the virus was racist; that porous cloth masks were suddenly considered to be effective; that the wildly erroneous modelling predictions of Professor Lockdown, Neil Ferguson, must be followed and that lockdowns, ex post facto, were on balance, a jolly good idea. 

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