I am standing in a harshly lit, windowless, overly air-conditioned room wearing nothing more than a paper thong to protect my modesty, waiting to undergo a cutting-edge body scan.
Apart from feeling chilly, I’m somewhat apprehensive. I’ve had medical scans of my bones and joints before, including MRIs, X-rays and CTs, after suffering various sports injuries.
But this will, perhaps, be more revealing than any of those. The high-tech device I’m about to step into – which looks like something