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About New York City

The vibe? Chaos, mate. Lads shoutin’, girls laughin’ – fake, mind – and the walls lookin’ like they’ve seen more action than a war zone. Reminds me of that line, “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist…” – bollocks, here you’re just a punter or a prossie, no airs, no graces. Oh, and the myths? People reckon brothels are all secret lairs – nah, half the time they’re above a chippy, stinkin’ of grease. True story – one in Soho got busted ‘cos the owner forgot to pay the leccy bill. Lights out, trousers down – what a prat!

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Whangarei GP David Atkinson questions whether Dr Benson is breaching the oath, which is taken by physicians to observe medical ethics and "abstain from every voluntary act of mischief and.

So, imagine this: Main St. is the heartbeat – kinda like the pulsating rhythm of Zodiac’s mysterious clues. Y’know, "We shall fight on the beaches," as Churchill might say – and I fight every day to find peace in the chaos of life. Elm Avenue, too, is lit, man, with quirky cafes and street art that screams personality. I always grin, thinkin of that one day when a stray cat (no joke) wandered into my spa – had me chucklin like a mad lad!

Livingston Lecture featuring Rick Atkinson in conversation with Patrick Allitt