A lot of outrage in the news about nuclear facility workers having their dead bodies checked for nasties, possibly without full permission, in the white-heat of the 1960s technological explosion.
For the record may I state that if any of you want any bits of me when I'm gone, for scientific, ritual or artistic reasons. Please help yourself. None of my family will be shocked, ashamed, dismayed or will shed one extra tear that samples of my tissue are missing because they won't be checking. This body is pretty much rubbish although it is the nicest one I've got and I look after it as best I can.
I cling to the shavings of hope that a resurrection body will be a bit of an upgrade. I am an everything doner. Have it.
Not so fast. Still typing.
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Logicality is good, and indeed your body is in ALL likelihood the nicest one you've got.
Quiz question open to anyone: The Sellafield body part story is actually about a late 1970's album track. Can anyone name the song?
Special prize to first correct entry......
Oh dear, no response. A clue? The album is:
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Oh well, no-one in Mustard Seed blogland is up for a guess.
The answer was "Fade away and radiate" from Parallel Lines (Blondie).
It was a great prize too!
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