For the people that govern us anything above the mythical Watford Gap is as Germany was to Ancient Rome a barbarian nation full of hairy warlike peoples with no brains who say Ecky Thump, drink beer, eat fish and chips and race whippets and pigeons while placing ferrets down their trousers. For many of our governors anything north of the Thames is out world as beyond the Houses of Parliament does not exist.
By way of (re) introduction we are a group of healthcare professionals who have lived in Northernshire for most (but not all) of our lives and work as practising clinicians in various capacities in one of the most affluent areas of Northernshire where private health care abounds, smoking and drinking do not exist and all our patients are Guardian, Country Life and Tatler readers and so if some of what we say is crap you know why.
Most of our observations will be based on those made by our fellow healthcare professionals who work around Northenshire and whose thoughts and observations we have paraphrased here as we pride ourselves as being slightly artistic among the cynical scientists with whom we are forced to work. Their comments will be protected as far as is possible to protect their idents from the various local Starzis that would not like their Soviet or local politburo (PCT=Primary Care Trusts) or now CCG, CQC and other masters’ thoughts and actions to be known to their fellow comrade patients whose health they seek to disrupt in the name of the true God of cheap healthcare called Prudence or in its latest guise STPs (Sustainability and Transformation Plans) which is known elsewhere in the free world as care ont the cheap.
Competing interests declared as per scientific journals:
Ensuring good quality health care to the patients for whom we care against the wishes of the Party.
Resistance may be futile but is needed to protect patients from the Party and its organs.
Now read on.