Electronic braying noises. A Tardis appears. Out step Drs Crippen and Grumble. They stand side by side, surveying the scene. Dr Crippen has aged, and now looks like the first Doctor Who.
Dr Crippen: Grumble! Sorry to drag you away from the fun, old boy.
Dr Grumble: That’s alright sir.
Dr Crippen: War's not going very well, you know.
Dr Grumble: Oh my God!
Dr Crippen: We are two down. Marshals Field and Meldrum have joined the enemy.
This is my last Chair as Postman of Council, and I write it with great joy. The last three years have been the most wonderful time; it’s been a great privilege to travel the length and breadth of the UK telling the great unwashed
RNLI crews, expert mariners that they are, often have to deal with casualties. The Institution has recently attempted to simplify first aid for crews by introducing ‘Big sick/Little sick’, an approach which reduces initial assessment of a casualty to simple question. It is a clever approach, and Dr No has decided to apply it to a question that has been ruffling him lately: whether Scot Junior was entirely innocent in his fate? He did, after all, build an impressive log cabin, and dumped it where it could be read. Might he in some more significant way have been the architect not just of his cabin, but of his own fate? In the battle between Needham and Scot Junior, who of the two is the bigger Richard? Who, when we get to the bottom line, is the ten bob note, and who the two bob bit?
Medium shot of Kemp standing, arms folded across chest, outside a Nissen Hut.
In the light of the BBC’s blackout of news coverage of the NHS revolution, certain insurgents within the Corporation have been making their own programmes to cover the shortfall. Dr No was lucky enough to be given access to I’m Sorry I Haven’t a Clue’s NHS Special – and has kindly been given permission to publish a short extract.
Many doctors in the United Kingdom will have recently received a copy of Count Rubin’s New Year round-robin ‘Be Ye of Good Cheer’ letter. Dr No can reveal that Count Rubin has also recorded a New Year message, shortly to be made available to younger members of the profession who either can’t be bothered to open GMC letters, or if they do, lack the motivation to read them. In keeping with the Council’s new media-rich interactive way, this message will be made available as a podcast. For older members of the profession who can’t be messing with all that new-fangled stuff, Dr No is pleased to present The Official Transcript of Count Rubin’s New Year Podcast to the Profession:
Embarrassed by his previous clumsy attempt at spoofing carols in the political way, Dr No now risks adding extra insult to his earlier incompetence by hamming up another dearly beloved Christmas Carol. Dr No begs forgiveness from all those who love our traditional carols, and promises that in future he will leave such delicate matters to those like
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Medium shot. Sixteen business types strut across London’s Millennium Bridge to the accompaniment of a revved up version of Prokofiev’s Dance of the Knights. The business types are not ordinary business types – they are GP business types.
Two out of three NEDs clueless, report shows.