John Beecher

The medical procedure I underwent today feels like the vivid dream of a medical procedure, all those sedatives.

It's only the days when you're not wearing underwear that it becomes an issue.

Still waiting for a call from the hospital. My day includes minor surgery or breakfast, not both.

The world just can't be perfected with neutral gender pronouns.

Today's impossible task of obtaining some standard medication is almost complete.

The number 1 cause of death at Croydon University Hospital is despair, at least among people going in for blood tests and prescriptions.

I was thinking of writing a scathing review of Now is Good. I have no intention of watching it you understand.

As a teenager I was always noted for my restraint in drinking (yes, I was super cool) it's very ironic that I now have a failing liver.

My quandary: I believe deeply in free speech, but hate self-indulgent, obnoxious protests. What to make of T. Oldfield, poppy burners etc.?

Me and my family are currently bonding over the Savage Love podcast and saline balls, thanks @fakedansavage.

It made me think about all sorts of things like generations and values and capitalism. It was subtle but powerful in its way. (3/3)

In the crowd I noticed a person with a cloth bag that said: KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON SHOPPING. In that style, you know the one. (2/3)

I was at a wreath laying ceremony at a war memorial at 11o'clock - an act of solidarity with those fated to die young. (1/3)

Somewhere somebody must be writing some kind of dissertation on the Now Show's tedious fixation with class.

I have a confession: I am a closet numismatist. There, I said it.

I have had a lot more energy since my doctor implied that time spent in bed as some kind of death barometer.

Barack Obama is a great man: lettersofnote.com/2012/11/ou…

I updated my FB status in a way that suggested my own mortal demise; only one person likes it.