So the guys in the Labour Day march who were heckling the pro-life fuckwits along the parade route were Atomique and I. It felt pretty darned good.

Too bad no-one else took up our chant of “ask a doctor, not a guy with a sign!” – although the nurses’ union was behind us and they gave ’em their own brand of fury.

(I mention this because it’s pretty effing immoral to suggest that someone should get health advice from anyone other than someone who has studied life and the human body for five+ years.)