So long for now

Writing in the BMJ over the past eight years has been a privilege, because my views are no more worthy than any other doctor’s. But it’s time to throw in the towel because I fear becoming repetitive and writing for the sake of it, which would be bad medicine. This is my last narcissistic reflection.

I’m no writer, I’m not a member of a book group, I hate jazz, and I possess no beret or thesaurus. I’m no academic, no expert; just a two-bit, chav-GP doctor. …