Lucy O'Hagan

I want to be doing better than I am. After all, there’s a pandemic, and I’m a doctor

I’ve spent the day immersed in coronavirus, remotely. I’m writing this on 15 March

When I was a young GP, I read the autobiography of Doris Gordon, who was a GP in Stratford during the 1918 Spanish influenza pandemic

Lucy O’Hagan gets her heart pumping and toes tapping as she finds herself engrossed in the joy of music-focused holidays

A coast road with million-dollar views, million-dollar houses, tidy curb and gutter, and clipped exotic gardens. Around a headland the road becomes gravel, bush pours down the hill, simple homes and, by the beach, a wharenui

A coast road with million-dollar views, million-dollar houses, tidy curb and gutter, and clipped exotic gardens. Around a headland the road becomes gravel, bush pours down the hill, simple homes and, by the beach, a wharenui

Columnist Lucy O’Hagan goes off-piste to explore two books about suicide, finding them strangely fascinating, and believes they are essential reading for GPs