Before Brexit, the NHS benefited from a regular influx of EU doctors.

True, we all have myths and we only question them when we're forced to.

I find it puzzling that so many people think that reading books is inherently virtuous.

You have to find a job that you enjoy doing. Medicine will definitely steal your life but it gives you the incomparable joy of saving lives.

If the Houthis attack an American ship with a drone costing $10,000, the Americans can stop it with a missile costing $10,000,000. No problem. But what happens when the Houthis send another drone, and another one? Eventually the ship will run out of missiles and the drones will get through.

Thanks for the explanation.

What's the difference between haha and lol? Are they both forms of punctuation? If so, why use them all?

Colab notebooks would greatly improve your presentation. Yeah I know, Google is the great Satan, but still...

It wasn't meant to be like that. Some cunt just left him there.

Post colonial, a South Asian diaspora dish.

Your spelling can only get better. Happy Birthday.

it's all about bombing the crap out of people you've never heard of. That's what Makes America Great Again.

It's remarkable how much this sort of clinical research has expanded our understanding of the immune system. If you have an idea, conduct an experiment. It's the only way to make progress.

It's just you, but the rest of us are enjoying your bandwidth and are grateful for your sacrifice.

Yeah, but bombing the crap out of people you've never even heard of is what Makes America Great Again.

I'm Sri Lankan and cook a curry regardless. Technically I'm Irish but I've only been here for 5 years and I'm still getting used to that.

Many patients also assumed that I was Muslim. The NHS has very strict rules about religion in the workplace, and I was unable to challenge them about this. I did however realise that most British people are not Christians in any meaningful sense, even though they claim that they are,

When I was writing a novel that was partly set in America, I found myself rejecting plot lines as too fanciful, only to find out that they were true.

I paid £35 for the two saris I wore at my wedding in 1989, in the Catholic church in Enniskillen.