He had a white beard, a red suit, and a twinkle in his eye. Yeah, that was my first thought too. And, of course, his name was Kris.
“Look,” he said, beginning the consultation, “the more statins you take, the less likely is cardiovascular crisis, but the greater the chance of cancer.”
Well, that was a kick in the head! I told him to repair the cancer genes. It transpired that meant I’d get dementia instead.
He wound up for the pitch. “Personalised medicine today offers a good death. A massive coronary half way up an Alp is very popular.”