I can’t believe I missed this, but the archive of what happened when The Barefoot Quack, er, Doctor (who dispenses laughably daft new-age advice in the Observer magazine every week) went online on the Guardian’s website on Tuesday this week is possibly the funniest thing I have read in ages. That’s questions like: “Of what, exactly, are you a doctor? Also, I know two people with Multiple Sclerosis. Should they massage their kidneys clockwise or…

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I’ve been quietly contemplating the passage of time this week, what with it being my birthday yesterday and all. The big celebration, of course, will be on Saturday (you are coming to the pub, aren’t you? It’s a better pub than it is website, I promise). 26 might not be the rock star death age or anything, but it seems, to me at least, to be a significant step nonetheless, what with it being definitely…

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