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Low life

My neighbour’s dinner party was a near-death experience

21 November 2020

9:00 AM

21 November 2020

9:00 AM

At dawn, starving, I drove to a commercial laboratory in the town centre where five phials of blood were taken from my arm. I was then handed a plastic jar and a refreshing wipe and directed to the nearest unisex lavatory to give a urine sample (mid-stream). Then a nurse stuck a long cotton bud up my nose as far as it would go and twiddled it this way and that.

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