All day long, the driveway delivers people to the clinic. They pull up in ambulances and roll up on bicycles. They are decanted out of cars, which drop them off and keep moving. The human traffic that passes through the swishing doors is vast and varied. Confident people in white coats stride through.
Sick people walk up hesitantly, wondering where to go once they get inside.
People who have just had chemotherapy totter out, nausea etched in their chalky faces. George, that's who. The cancer clinic has a doorman, who also directs traffic and helps with security. His name is George Michie, but most people know him only as George. Since the new clinic opened in 1984, and even before that, George has been front and centre.