After deciding that some males of my reluctant acquaintance have all the allure and sophistication of drunken warthogs, I feel I should apologise to any drunken warthog who might read this.
Anyway, was listening to the World Service at the crack of dawn and heard the fascinating story about an Australian doc called Barry who discovered the Helicobacter, the cause of gastric ulcers. He could not test it on animals since it was a human bacteria, so he swallowed the content of the Petri dish himself. He said it was a bit like when boys dare each other to eat slugs etc. After five days he fetched up with gastric problems, and thus came the great discovery, for which he much later received the Nobel prize, deservedly, despite the vested interests of the drug companies who had been making a fortune with the wrong tummy drugs. Not to mention the careers of people who operated on gastric ulcers.
Found a cat blog called thecatorialist.blogspot.com which has pictures of cool cats.
Disappointing weight loss again this week, so will have to try harder. Dear me, at this rate I will still need a supersized coffin and will be too fat to be cremated. Don't ask, it was an article in the Oldie from years ago.
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