Martin Scurr & Jane Haynes

Martin Scurr FRCP, FRCGP was educated at Stonyhurst College and Westminster Medical School. He commenced private practice in the centre of London, was the opening Medical Director of St John’s Hospice at the Hospital of St John & St Elizabeth, subsequently appointed as Physician to Westminster Cathedral taking responsibility for the care of many senior Catholic Clergy leading to a lifetime commitment to the care of those leading religious lives, of whatever denomination. Following appointment as Chairman of the Independent Doctors Forum in 2003, he was appointed as medical columnist for the Daily Mail.

Jane Haynes originally trained as a Jungian psychoanalyst but then ‘defected’ and now refers to herself as a relational psychotherapist who works primarily through ‘Dialogue’. She has a private practice with her daughter Tanya in Marylebone. She is a consultant to the Eastern European Institute for Psychoanalytic Studies in St Petersburg. In 2008 her book Who is it that can tell me who I am? was shortlisted for the PEN J.R. Ackerley literary autobiography prize.

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Radical Revenge

We all know what it’s like to want revenge, but where does that urge come from?  Why is it so hard to give up?  And why can some people only satisfy it through extreme and brutal acts?  In her new book, Radical Revenge, Renée Danziger draws on psychoanalytic thinking to offer a fresh perspective on […]

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Light to Life

In this fascinating, revelatory new book, biologist Raffael Jovine takes us on a journey of discovery into the intricate, beautiful and often surprising processes that convert energy from the sun into life and how all-important these are to our survival. Despite the unprecedented challenges the Earth faces from global warming, habitat loss, air pollution and […]

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The Art of Repair

It all started with a pair of socks… White, woollen – my favourite pair. The heels had become thin and threadbare; then a small hole appeared on one of the toes. Too precious to throw away, I decided to mend them. I chose a ball of yarn from my mother’s wool collection and she found me her old darning mushroom, which had once belonged to my granny, and explained the basics. I remember the feeling of it: threading the needle with a strand of contrasting grey wool, while pulling the heel over the domed wooden mushroom; weaving my needle in and out of the surviving strands; making little bridges back and forth like a lawn mower; slowly closing the hole. The process was instinctive. I can still recall the feeling of pride and achievement when I had finally finished. Sure my darn looked a little rustic, but I had given my socks
a new lease of life, a second chance.

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