All Out of Columns (and Croissants): Why I’m Leaving Substack Like a Patient Evicted for Breathing Too Loud

After months of roasting NHS chaos and miracle jabs with nothing but sarcasm and sourdough, I’m off. But like an overdue scan, I’ll resurface; and probably where you least expect!!

As Kenneth Wolstenholme famously said during the 1966 World Cup final, “They think it’s all over… it is now!” Which, incidentally, is exactly what I muttered after finishing my last Substack column while simultaneously realising I was out of croissants. Chaucer, that poetic old rascal, once wrote “All good things must come to an end.” Though I’m fairly …