We talked about my culpability or otherwise in sensationalising emergent gene therapy and I pled guilty, but with purpose. In a three-decades-on esprit d'escalier what I might have concluded was that we both wanted the same thing - Bob didn't want to see his science abused, and neither did I. Lively though it was, it was a discussion without acrimony and I believe we parted on good terms.
I was subsequently asked to argue the case again, in an event organised by the Wellcome Trust; there the post-event discussion in the hotel bar would lead, eventually, to the creation of pro-science drama Eleventh Hour.
I'd never seen the clip before. Didn't want to know how much of a dork I might seem on TV.
But I don't care what anybody says, I had GREAT HAIR.
(Apologies for the sound. If a better clip emerges, I'll switch it in)
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I used to go to the pub with you every week and I do NOT remember that hair.
The crazed mullet must have been totally normal then, as evinced by its use in EVERY John Hughes movie of that period
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