In my experience, religion definitely has a beneficial effect on health and well-being. Just before my twenty-first birthday I was admitted to hospital with a perforated appendix, peritonitis and pleurisy; I was in such a state of shock my temperature was too low to register on a thermometer. My parents were told that I had a 20% chance of survival. As my mother had filled in the admission forms, she had listed my religion as Roman Catholic. In due course, shortly before going up to the theatre somewhere round about midnight, along came a priest and administered the Sacrament for the Sick – better known colloquially as the Last Rites. As I lost consciousness as the anaesthetic took hold, I thought, "Bloody old man didn't even ask me if he could anoint my feet. I'm damned if I'm going to die before my birthday." I am now 62. QED.