
I was having a drink in the Bishops’ Bar in the House of Lords last month when I was introduced to a 92-year-old peer called Lord McColl of Dulwich. I asked him if he’d known my father, Michael, who was made a life peer in 1978. Had they overlapped? He told me he hadn’t merely known him; he’d operated on him.
If I have mild indigestion I think I’ve got stomach cancer; if I get a headache I decide it’s a brain tumour
I realised with a start that the man I was talking to was the famous surgeon Ian McColl, who...

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