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I haven't had a cold for at least ten years. And it is nearly thirty years since I went to a doctor with an ailment; he asked 'what do you want me to do for you?' and I am now cured of doctors. I think my successful avoidance of the surgery is because I don't eat much in the way of cow products; someone once told me that milk as we usually know it would fatten a baby optimised for that liquid, at about 8kgs a day, and if we must insist on consuming milk derived products we should milk something more in the weight range of ourselves, like a sheep or a goat. Since then, at often enormous inconvenience, I have sought out and only consumed a little of the best in goat and sheep cheeses, an experience, now I am living in Europe, that approaches the sublime. A friend has just been staying nearby at his holiday house; he was quite unwell, and didn't benefit much from the break. He always leaves us his surplus perishables, and this time several cheeses were included. Now I don't know how long it takes you to cotton on to what tastes good, but we forced ourselves to eat a little of these 'luxury cheeses' every day, and the immediate increase in output from the mucous department tells us the benefit (?) of 'flavour' is not enough to justify ruining the body's balance. We are back to a really subtle Italian goat cheese, and a sheep fetta, and the nose is drying out as I write; not a cold; its just like putting a litre of diesel in your petrol tank; the car still runs but the exhaust is worse.... and our friend does not repond to the advice; he's determined that what he is told is good for him, from the mainstream noise machine that life can become if you let it, is what he'll rest with; regrettably he's having a bigger job resting than he deserves. I think homo sapiens are a little more basic than the TV ads suggest; try shaving with the opposite of the noise; I've now been shaving successfullly with the cheapest throwaway shaver since 1988; that's 19 years of single blade, economical, throwaway after one month (yes, I get a month) shavers, and the enormous fortune I've amassed via this economy allows me luxuries like the cheapest Coenzyme Q10 moisturiser I can find, for my fair complexion thanks to a Dutch mother and the consumption of only the finest cooking chocolate - unsullied by those nefarious flavour enhancers that chocolate NEVER needs, and a really nice Argan oil skin tonic (from internet, Fair Trade and all), and I don't for a moment believe a five bladed shaver with a battery in it has a place in my life OR yours, but someone is paying for those ads between the boys' favourite TV shows....... So when will you work it out? Nuff said.