Nick Potter

Nick Potter is a registered osteopath who specialises in cervical spine injuries as well as head, neck and facial pain syndromes. Since qualifying in 1993, he has split his time between his clinical practice and performance medicine. He has worked with elite track athletes, professional golfers, tennis players and Formula 1 drivers. And over the last 15 years he has highlighted and elucidated the concept of the upper cervical syndrome for which he has formulated treatment techniques with great success. He has also been consultant to a leading hedge fund on human performance and wellbeing for 6 years. He has used the knowledge he has gleaned from these arenas to learn what makes us tick and ultimately, why we hurt.


Nick fundamentally believes in making treatment fun and as easy as possible, whenever possible, as well as empowering patients to take control. Perhaps most important of all for patients, he has had a spinal injury himself.

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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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