To our Saxon ancestors, cankers were treatable with ointments made of goats gall and honey. For those afflicted with malarial quivers on the East Anglian marshes it was the Quake Doctor who waved his wand.
Wart-charmers recommended rubbing a piece of meat on one’s crusty infection. When the flesh was decaying, so the wart disappeared. Or, [...]

The yelps and cries of poor old Guido Fawkes, renditioned to the Tower to have his joints twisted on the rack are now substituted by the whooping of children waving glowing rods like witch’s wands, in a country out of tune with its own history.
Approaching Heathrow from the east, an airliner lowers its landing gear [...]