Visited WGH last week, went to old DSN1, my second housejob , sadly looked grim and brought back memories of a pretty strange time, viz: being told to phone ex-KIng Constantine of the Hellenes to get him to authorise the rapid transfer through customs of a neurosurgical electrode from New York to Edinburgh, and to arrange for it to be sped up from Heathrow with a police escort.
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