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Merged Arday life and death

The Turkeys decided not to vote for Christmas! :rolleyes:
You’re misapplying that phrase. Turkeys voting for Christmas usually involves people enthusiastically and stupidly choosing something that goes against their interests.

But when it comes to someone submitting work that breached the academic code of conduct it would be wiser for the institution to thoroughly investigate and punish plagiarism as that would benefit their reputation, and that is something that LJM university did not do. Instead they seemed to have either been incompetent in their investigation or they assumed that the plagiarism would nerve be detected by anyone else.

Subsequently Cambridge was the Turkey voting for Christmas, choosing a candidate for professorship that would harm their reputation.
 
Well, I had compartment syndrome in both lower legs many years ago. It happened because my legs were elevated for 11 hours during an unexpectedly lengthy surgical operation. Even though I had a fentanyl epidural at L1, I started feeling excruciating pain an hour or so after recovery. But because of my epidural, the nurses and doctors thought it was a phantom pain. Incredibly, it took over 24 hours for the vascular team to diagnose me, and they literally ran me down to theatre - I had two ankle-to-knee knife incisions (fasciotomies) on each leg to relieve the pressure and very nearly lost my left leg. It's left me with greatly reduced mobility and flexibility in both feet, as well as constant pain.
I never had it myself, but I know someone who did, which is how I learned that it even exists. Allegedly it was to painful to even sit.
 
The human body has 206 bones of which 52 are in one's feet (26 bones in each foot)! So we can't diagnose what Arday's swelling problem was from our armchairs.
I kinda can, because I literally broke a bone in my pinky toe at one point. Actually diagnosed by X-Ray at the hospital, not just saying so like Arday did.

The foot swelled to the extent that I had trouble packing it into a sports shoe (that was already one number too large just for extra comfort) even with the shoelace completely removed. And it still wasn't anywhere near twice the size overnight. (I eventually called a taxi to take me to the hospital in just my socks.)

But that's not the important part. This is: it hurt like the seventh circle of hell to even hobble along at a fraction of walking speed. I tried walking on it, and then had to call a taxi to bring me home from a supermarket literally 300m away (about 1000 ft for the imperials) because the pain was that bad. And that was while hobbling with all the weight on the (thankfully undamaged) heel, instead of even trying to roll my foot like when running. Do that for the length of a 42 km (27 mile) marathon? Ha ha ha, wasn't gonna happen even on an overdose of Ibuprofen. And if I somehow did, it would have probably taken like 12 hours minimum.

I also mentioned that my brother cracked a couple of bones in his hand. No, he couldn't even hold almost anything in that hand. Much less put the kind of stress on it that one puts on a foot when running.

Plus, he himself said leg not foot.

Plus, at this point you're contradicting your earlier claim that it was shin splints. The clue is in the name, fer fork's sake. They're along the shin. You can't get shin splints in the foot.
 
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But how did it move from his testicles to his brain between writing the book proposal and writing the actual book?
Lemmy of Hawkwind/Mötörhead was covered in tumours naturally. Lots of boys have problems with a testicle; it's not uncommon. If Arday had a glioma in his cortex or epilepsy proper - even childhood epilepsy that is grown out of - it is not that uncommon. In addition, as the ghostwriter for Prince Harry said, memoirs aren't necessarily factually correct, just someone's lived memory, so whether or not Willy had one more sausage for breakfast than Harold, or whether Harry really killed X no. of Taliban, is all a moot point and apparently acceptable in memoir writing.
 
Is it also acceptable to tell people you got hit by a car, spent months in a coma, had to learn how to walk and talk again, and then forget to mention that completely when it came to writing the story of your life?
Simon & Shuster are major publishers and as such, the content of any of their books are subject to what their editors consider appropriate. It might even have been ghostwritten. We have no way of knowing. Just because an incident is cut out, it doesn't actually mean anything at all, it could just be trimming the word count down to size, or advice from their teams of lawyers.
 
How many dead cats can you fit in one post? Or are they squirrels?
Lemmy of Hawkwind/Mötörhead was covered in tumours naturally.
Covered in tumours? Do you mean moles?

Or do you mean prostate cancer which spread 'naturally' to his head and neck?

Lots of boys have problems with a testicle; it's not uncommon.
All sorts of trouble, as I can attest; but specifically testicular cancer is not that common, and not something that just moves to the brain leaving no trace in the original site.

If Arday had a glioma in his cortex or epilepsy proper - even childhood epilepsy that is grown out of - it is not that uncommon.
But did he have a brain tumour? And what happened to the testicular one?
In addition, as the ghostwriter for Prince Harry said, memoirs aren't necessarily factually correct, just someone's lived memory, so whether or not Willy had one more sausage for breakfast than Harold, or whether Harry really killed X no. of Taliban, is all a moot point and apparently acceptable in memoir writing.
Oh well, how many sausages you had for breakfast is exactly as important as whether you had cancer.
 
The book was actually ghost-written. This is absolutely insane, for an autobiography of a senior academic who lives by his writing. It also explains the glaring difference between the rambling nonsense of Arday's own output and the literate, well-crafted prose in the book.

We're forgetting the time he spent in locked-in syndrome, listening to the doctors advising his parents to turn off life support but unable to respond.

ETA: That wasn't the car crash incident, that was caused by a racial attack from some youths. Arday pleaded with the police not to prosecute them (from within his locked-in syndrome, we may assume), and they were so grateful they became reformed characters.
 
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How many dead cats can you fit in one post? Or are they squirrels?

Covered in tumours? Do you mean moles?

Or do you mean prostate cancer which spread 'naturally' to his head and neck?


All sorts of trouble, as I can attest; but specifically testicular cancer is not that common, and not something that just moves to the brain leaving no trace in the original site.


But did he have a brain tumour? And what happened to the testicular one?

Oh well, how many sausages you had for breakfast is exactly as important as whether you had cancer.
Lemmy literally had tumours hanging around the back of his neck. They were benign but he had them cut out now and again but never got rid of them completely. We are not medics so how do you know Arday lied about his conditions?
 
Lemmy literally had tumours hanging around the back of his neck. They were benign but he had them cut out now and again but never got rid of them completely. We are not medics so how do you know Arday lied about his conditions?

You do know that a "tumour" isn't a single diagnosis? They're not all the same thing!
 
This is your regular reminder that Arday explicitly stated he had an epileptic fit while running, which caused him to fall, and the fall caused a hairline fracture of his fibula.

All this wittering about splints and stress fractures and how many bones there are in the foot is completely irrelevant.
 
Is it also acceptable to tell people you got hit by a car, spent months in a coma, had to learn how to walk and talk again, and then forget to mention that completely when it came to writing the story of your life?
It shows remarkable psychological resilience. My lad got knocked down by a speeding car during his first year of lycée and it still preys on his mind whenever he crosses a road, several years later.

Of course, apart from when bragging about his prowess with the laydeez he's not a serial fantasist.
 
Lemmy of Hawkwind/Mötörhead was covered in tumours naturally. Lots of boys have problems with a testicle; it's not uncommon. If Arday had a glioma in his cortex or epilepsy proper - even childhood epilepsy that is grown out of - it is not that uncommon. In addition, as the ghostwriter for Prince Harry said, memoirs aren't necessarily factually correct, just someone's lived memory, so whether or not Willy had one more sausage for breakfast than Harold, or whether Harry really killed X no. of Taliban, is all a moot point and apparently acceptable in memoir writing.
Gliomas tend to be the most aggressive tumours, and include super-aggressive stuff like the glioblastoma. I know, because grandma died of one. (Same one who "transed" me as a kid.) Even after a brain surgery where they thought they took all of the tumour out, it grew right back and killed her. A neighbour also die of one. No, that's not something you just overcome by just being some kind of ubermensch.
 
We're forgetting the time he spent in locked-in syndrome, listening to the doctors advising his parents to turn off life support but unable to respond.

ETA: That wasn't the car crash incident, that was caused by a racial attack from some youths. Arday pleaded with the police not to prosecute them (from within his locked-in syndrome, we may assume), and they were so grateful they became reformed characters.
A story as old as time.
 

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