Let me tell you a little tale about a friend of mine and a visit to the doctor's... We'll call this friend Caroline... Wait a minute... that IS her name! Anyway, Caroline woke up one morning with little to no feeling in her right arm and leg, together with a sharp pain in her lower back. Over the next couple of days the numbness wore off and returned intermittently. A little spooky maybe, but the condition didn't worsen. It didn't go ..

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This week I've taken my life in my own hands... Not once, but twice. And there was nothing anyone could do to stop me. As Lara and the kids tearfully waved me off, I took a deep breath, and bravely entered the kitchen. There, armed with only a knife (all right, and a fork), I faced one of man's biggest dangers and against all the odds I've lived to tell the tale. Yep four rashers of bacon. Two on Monday and another couple last night. ..

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Imagine a large cattle prod jammed in the spinal column of a live Tyrannosaurus Rex... THAT'S how much of a nerve I struck with my Good Life Letter last Friday (2nd November). Bzzzzzzzzaaaap! Seriously. I've never had such a passionate response to a letter before. Dozens of your emails came pouring in within the first hour of broadcast. It appears that you Good Lifers are even less likely to get hoodwinked by scare-mongering news stories t ..

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On Monday it was World Psoriasis Day... I was going to write all about it, with some good information on how some experts believe vitamin D could help you cope with the problem. But I'm going to hold fire until next week. Because on Wednesday something happened that almost caused me to blow a gasket. (Warning: the following are my strong personal opinions, and sorry if they offend. But I believe this is a bit of common sense you won't r ..

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If Carlsberg made an audience for a modest little health letter, it would probably look a lot like you... Why? Because you're so involved and passionate about the Good Life Letter that you're the best type of reader I could wish for. Honestly, if I wasn't such a tough, exrugby playing alpha male, I'd probably cry. It's great to see so many of you writing in, keeping in touch, and sharing your views on how to enjoy a healthier life. Fir ..

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You should see me now... All I need is an axe and a tin hat, and I could audition for a remake of The Wizard of Oz... Because now that winter's showing itself again, my body seems to have seized up as much as The Tin Man's. Honestly, if Lara had a pair of ruby slippers, I'd ask her to oil my joints every morning and evening, because at the moment my rheumatism's being a right pain in the... Well, in the joints! You don't know how emba ..

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Remember a week ago I told you all about my newfound love of Rooibos tea? You know, the herbal remedy from South Africa that is anti allergic, antimutagenic, antispasmodic, antibacterial, anti aging and antiviral. Yes, that's a LOT of 'antis'. More antis than you'd get at a family wedding trying to dance with the best man and gossiping about the uncles. Har, har. Anyway, I still recommend you get some from your local health store, online ..

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Lara came into the living room as I blinked at the World Cup Rugby qualifiers on the TV. 'Is there some kind of squirrel on the loose in here?' she said. I was momentarily confused. See, if you make statements like that out of the blue, my brain will briefly assume that there possibly COULD be a squirrel in my living room. My hunter-gatherer reflex action is to tense my muscles and scan the room for a squirrel. No couch potato, I am ALWA ..

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There's one thing I don't miss about not having a proper job anymore... All right, there are loads of things I don't miss office politics, communal toilets, a guy called Reg who used to push me in the back by way of a greeting, even if I was holding a scalding cup of tea... But there's one thing I REALLY don't miss... and that's giving a presentation. I remember the feeling of twenty pairs of eyes all turning on you as you stand up to r ..

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A Scotsman, a German and a South African walk into a bar... Sorry, not a bar, a barn. No, this isn't a joke. And before you call the police, Lara hasn't slipped something into my tea either. The Scotsman, the German and the South African I'm referring to were all guests at a fantastic wedding I went to last weekend. And it just so happened to be in a barn. This really was one of the best days of the year for me. First, I watched a man ..

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