Now whom was it that occasionally let slip with such a classic line in those superb Carry on Films.. Kenneth Williams!. And no better a turn of phrase suits my Dental pain when it flairs up.
So I go to the Dentist, " oh yes sir, we can sort you out, sedate you if you fancy..." next thing I know its a £300 pound conversation, hang on a minute, I thought you were a NHS dentist, but apparently he's reached his quota for this year, I can always get it done at the Hospital he tells me, oh fab I respond, and how much will that cost me? nothing at all he replies! Brilliant! so this is where all my Taxes have gone!, so when can they fit me in, next week? oh in about FOUR MONTHS!.
Christ all Fucking Mighty! ( God forgive me for swearing!) what a Shit state of affairs this is, I am 47 years of age, only called on the NHS once for nasal surgery six years ago, rarely go to the GP, don't do sick, so in the Twenty First century will spend the next few months living off Co Codamol, which is also not recommended, and living off soft foods!.
The more I though about it I got angrier, first of all my practice is supposed to be a NHS one, someone was pulling a fast one and subtly trying to make me pay privately, then I felt all principled and was more determined than ever to go NHS as I pay for it Dammit!....
Stop ranting Alan... let the Pain Killers kick in... Bastards! the lot of them!!! (am shaking my fist in a John Cleese fashion).
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