Help me. I am washed up on a beach, flapping, and gasping for breath.
9am Sunday morning: somewhere in a sleepy suburb of Maidenhead, a few hundred…
Saturday mornings. 9:20am. We assemble. We are physicists and teachers, anaesthatists and…
The road winds through a nondescript housing estate and turns into a country lane. Nestling in a…
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