These are difficult times for the NHS.
You turn your back for a few weeks and someone steals your health service and replaces it with an unwieldly street market full of rejects from The Apprentice, bartering with each other to see who can win a contract to run cancer care services for £149.99 plus expenses.
OK, so this one’s personal. I lost my mum earlier this year.
As a child I was far too trusting. My father, who didn’t live with me, took me on a day trip to Ramsgate once.
I like open water swimming. If you are wandering along the Brighton coast in the winter and come across a small group of semi-naked people picking their way barefoot across the pebbles to get into the sea, there is a fair chance I will be one of them.
There are certain things that, on the face of it, are perfectly inoffensive expressions of taste or belief, but cannot be comfortably said in our country.
First, I have to get this off my chest. It isn’t a heat wave when it only lasts a day and a half and then gets cloudy. It’s a British summer. We’ve had them before, not every year, obviously, but we have definitely had them.
As you get older it feels as though things come around increasingly quickly.
As the post-election dust settles and the nation divides itself between people getting excited about abolishing the Human Rights Act (what have human rights ever done for us anyway?) and wasting time on the internet playing with the Slap Michael Gove app, it is time to reflect on some of the advantages a Conservative government will bring the NHS and dump some of the scaremongering myths that might begin to spread now people find themselves in a world where we are expected to take Boris ...
Have you seen or heard of a TV programme called The Walking Dead? Premised on the idea that you could fall asleep and wake up to find that most of humanity had turned into slow-moving and wholly uncommunicative flesh-eating zombies, it is very popular among young people and to my old eyes quite hard to watch.