Medicine is my legal wife, literature my mistress. When I am bored with one I spend the night with the other. This is irregular but at least not monotonous and neither suffers from my infidelity. If I did not practice medicine, I could not devote my freedom of mind and my stray thoughts to literature.
Anton Chekov
The periodic, eclectic and sometimes eccentric, cerebral meanderings of an aspirant polymath.
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Remembrance Day - Will We Ever Learn?
The following is the sermon I preached on Remembrance Sunday in 2019, using Luke 20.27-38 as my starting point. Five years on, the statistic...
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The Remembrance Day Parade As he walked up to the rostrum, silence round him fell; and whilst he gazed upon the steadfast ranks...
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The following is the text of my eulogy delivered at a Eucharist at the Parish Church of St Mary, Barton on Humber, on the Feast Day of St L...
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