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Visiting Burgundy from my hospital bed

<p class="p1">The medics were pumping me full of antibiotics. I was determined to co-operate. But there’s no rule against reading…</p>

16 August 2014

9:00 AM

16 August 2014

9:00 AM

There have been some splendid rumours about my health. According to the most exotic, I was cas-evacked from a hill in Scotland, flown to St Thomas’s by private plane and then tested positive for Chateau Lafite. The truth is more banal — and much more reprehensible. I had neglected an infected foot: what an idiot.

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