Health
Would you put your life in the care of Dr Droid?
There’s something wrong with the relationship between patients and their GPs. I’ve spent much of this winter in my local…
In praise of Dr Google
There’s something perversely satisfying in discovering that your children have inherited your vices. That’s why I was so quietly pleased…
Liberté, égalité, austérité
How France learned to love cuts
Letters
Why we need a free press Sir: As bereaved parents and (to borrow from some signatories of last week’s advertisement)…
How many times have I told you?
As a sign of the way things have changed, nothing could better this. Hester Vaizey, Cambridge history don and ‘publishing…
Diary
The week leading up to publication is a strange time for any author. You subject yourself to doing everything from…
Would you let parents destroy ‘gay’ embryos?
Because I’d like to have a child, and I’m getting on a bit, my husband and I have spent time…
Diary
My surgery has been calling in all those over 75 for a special session with their doctor — a sort…
Florence Notebook
Florence was in fog the day I arrived. Its buildings were bathed in white cloud, its people moved as though…
Barometer
Fat chances The National Obesity Forum said that Britain is reaching a ‘doomsday scenario’ where half the population is obese.…
Barometer
The test of a wave Waves measuring 27ft from peak to trough were seen off Land’s End as the stormy…
Don’t blame sugar
Obesity isn’t a matter of addiction. It’s a question of self-control
They still don’t get it
Ministers are finally acting on my warnings about health tourism. But they aren’t doing enough
Letters
Why we joined Sir: I was astonished by the assertion made by Wyn Grant (Letters, 21 September) that ‘the postwar…
Dear Mary
Q. I am working on becoming a member of the Chipping Norton set. Should I be pronouncing the excellent open-air…
Does the BMA prefer real fags to e-cigarettes?
What strategy should we adopt to cope with the British Medical Association? Its members kill more people each year than…
Diary
It’s been a strange summer. After a stroke, holidays are not what they used to be. We went to Juan-les-Pins…
