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[fortissimo] "'ello, can you 'ere me? I've pulled all the wires out and now
I want to put them back, what do I do?" I paused before replying. "'ello, can you 'ere me? Are you there Bill?" "Yes, I'm here." "Good. I've pulled all the wires out and now I want to put them back, what do I do?" I knew perfectly well who it was, but . . . "You have the advantage of me." "Wot? Bill, I've pulled all the wires out and now I want to put them back, what do I do?" "Is that George?" "No!" (outraged at this absurd suggestion) "It's Jim! I've bottomed the corner of the van where the telly is and I've pulled . . ." "Jim who?" The outrage was now total. "Jim Hargreaves! Who did you think it was? " "Oh, hello Jim! Haven't heard from you for a while. How's Joan?" "She's fine. Look, I've pulled all the wires out and now I want to put them back, but I don't know where they go. If you can just talk me through it . . .." "Err, well, I'll try, but actually I'm in the queue at Tescos . . ." "Good time to catch you then, while you've nowt to do. Now look I've put the satellite one back, that's obvious because it screws on, it's these scarp leads, these big thick ones I can't fathom." "I can't remember your set up Jim. This is the motorhome is it? What kit have you got?" "There's the telly, it's only got one scarp socket, you said that made it awkward when you did it all, then there's the sky, then there the video and the DVD," "That's a DVD player then? Or does it record?" "Oh it might do I dunno." "Do you record programmes on it?" "No, we've got the video for that. Our John might though when he goes to Brid." "How many scart sockets has it got?" "I'm looking at it now. Two, and a little yellow one, and red, and white, and some other stuff." "OK, well just link everything up with your scart leads in a daisy chain. The telly will be at the end of the chain because it's only got one scart socket and the Sky box will be at the other. Try that. If it doesn't work bring the van round here over the weekend." "What if I get it in the wrong order? Is it like the firing order in an engine?" "Not really. Just try it and come round here if it doesn't work. But don't bloodywell come round at seven o'clock on Sunday morning like you did last time." "Eight then?" "Bugger off." Later: I had been mostly up the ladder for three hours rebuilding a big head-end that had been damaged by rain getting into the box. I'd had my back to the square, around which were the little houses. Half of the estate was out, sitting on their front walls, smoking and boozing. All the time there was this shouting and screaming: at the kids, at the dog, at the cat, at the partner. Effing and blinding all the time. What chance have those little kids got have growing up with decent standards? Every so often someone would come up and ask, "Will you be long? I'm missing me tennis." I always say that I will be a long time, and they always say "Oh ****ing 'ell, it's driving me bonkers this is." This is for a three hour absence of television. If they say they're missing Emmerdale or something I sometimes advise them to record it. At last I got finished and I was sitting in the van having a drink when this woman came marching up. She looked like Maddy Prior (but mucky) and she had a cowboy hat on. "All around my hat" I thought as she steamed up the street. My window was already wound down. "Oi, don't you **** off just yet! I've got no sound!" "I can hear you clear enough." She laughed very slightly and said, "On the telly yer daft ****! I've had to switch to the antenna." "Err . . ." "You know, the old antenna." I told her to unplug the DTT box and plug it back in. "Will that do it?" "Yep." "Are you ****ing sure because I don't want you ****ing off while I'm doing it." "Look I'm totally knackered. If you live within 20 paces I'll come and have a look." "Well it's 'ere." She indicated the wall of the nearest house. In the house she pressed button 1 on the TV and BBC1 came on with the sound working. "See, that's the antenna. But if I put the digital on . . ." She demonstrated and there was a picture but no sound. "And there's them black bits." She gestured towards to black areas of screen above and below the picture. I reached behind the TV set and switched the power to the DTT box off at the wall. The telly screen went black and I pressed the volume up button for a good while. At that point a purple-clad creature of immense proportions squeezed though the door. "Are you coming to me? -- because it was me that sent for you in the first place!" I turned the power on again. "Yes if you like. But what's your reception like?" "Oh it's lovely now!" "Have you checked all the channels on your digibox?" "Yes every one. I can even get Channel Five now! It was me that sent for you in the first place though!" "Well, I don't need to come into your house. You've checked it yourself." At that point the digibox came to life and the sound absolutely bellowed out. "OK ladies, can I go home now?" "Yes, go on then. We'll let yer off." Bill |
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"Bill Wright" wrote in message ... [fortissimo] "'ello, can you 'ere me? I've pulled all the wires out and now I want to put them back, what do I do?" I paused before replying. "'ello, can you 'ere me? Are you there Bill?" "Yes, I'm here." "Good. I've pulled all the wires out and now I want to put them back, what do I do?" I knew perfectly well who it was, but . . . "You have the advantage of me." "Wot? Bill, I've pulled all the wires out and now I want to put them back, what do I do?" "Is that George?" "No!" (outraged at this absurd suggestion) "It's Jim! I've bottomed the corner of the van where the telly is and I've pulled . . ." "Jim who?" The outrage was now total. "Jim Hargreaves! Who did you think it was? " "Oh, hello Jim! Haven't heard from you for a while. How's Joan?" "She's fine. Look, I've pulled all the wires out and now I want to put them back, but I don't know where they go. If you can just talk me through it . . ." "Err, well, I'll try, but actually I'm in the queue at Tescos . . ." "Good time to catch you then, while you've nowt to do. Now look I've put the satellite one back, that's obvious because it screws on, it's these scarp leads, these big thick ones I can't fathom." "I can't remember your set up Jim. This is the motorhome is it? What kit have you got?" "There's the telly, it's only got one scarp socket, you said that made it awkward when you did it all, then there's the sky, then there the video and the DVD," "That's a DVD player then? Or does it record?" "Oh it might do I dunno." "Do you record programmes on it?" "No, we've got the video for that. Our John might though when he goes to Brid." "How many scart sockets has it got?" "I'm looking at it now. Two, and a little yellow one, and red, and white, and some other stuff." "OK, well just link everything up with your scart leads in a daisy chain. The telly will be at the end of the chain because it's only got one scart socket and the Sky box will be at the other. Try that. If it doesn't work bring the van round here over the weekend." "What if I get it in the wrong order? Is it like the firing order in an engine?" "Not really. Just try it and come round here if it doesn't work. But don't bloodywell come round at seven o'clock on Sunday morning like you did last time." "Eight then?" "Bugger off." Later: I had been mostly up the ladder for three hours rebuilding a big head-end that had been damaged by rain getting into the box. I'd had my back to the square, around which were the little houses. Half of the estate was out, sitting on their front walls, smoking and boozing. All the time there was this shouting and screaming: at the kids, at the dog, at the cat, at the partner. Effing and blinding all the time. What chance have those little kids got have growing up with decent standards? Every so often someone would come up and ask, "Will you be long? I'm missing me tennis." I always say that I will be a long time, and they always say "Oh ****ing 'ell, it's driving me bonkers this is." This is for a three hour absence of television. If they say they're missing Emmerdale or something I sometimes advise them to record it. At last I got finished and I was sitting in the van having a drink when this woman came marching up. She looked like Maddy Prior (but mucky) and she had a cowboy hat on. "All around my hat" I thought as she steamed up the street. My window was already wound down. "Oi, don't you **** off just yet! I've got no sound!" "I can hear you clear enough." She laughed very slightly and said, "On the telly yer daft ****! I've had to switch to the antenna." "Err . . ." "You know, the old antenna." I told her to unplug the DTT box and plug it back in. "Will that do it?" "Yep." "Are you ****ing sure because I don't want you ****ing off while I'm doing it." "Look I'm totally knackered. If you live within 20 paces I'll come and have a look." "Well it's 'ere." She indicated the wall of the nearest house. In the house she pressed button 1 on the TV and BBC1 came on with the sound working. "See, that's the antenna. But if I put the digital on . . ." She demonstrated and there was a picture but no sound. "And there's them black bits." She gestured towards to black areas of screen above and below the picture. I reached behind the TV set and switched the power to the DTT box off at the wall. The telly screen went black and I pressed the volume up button for a good while. At that point a purple-clad creature of immense proportions squeezed though the door. "Are you coming to me? -- because it was me that sent for you in the first place!" I turned the power on again. "Yes if you like. But what's your reception like?" "Oh it's lovely now!" "Have you checked all the channels on your digibox?" "Yes every one. I can even get Channel Five now! It was me that sent for you in the first place though!" "Well, I don't need to come into your house. You've checked it yourself." At that point the digibox came to life and the sound absolutely bellowed out. "OK ladies, can I go home now?" "Yes, go on then. We'll let yer off." Bill Nice tale. I've got an elderly woman I did a job for ages ago, who used to phone me almost daily saying the TV isn't working. I can usually get her up & running over the phone by getting her to tell me which lights are red or green (on or off), and then I get her to turn TV on first, then wait, then digibox. Once though she maintained that the digibox had come on fine, but wouldn't change channel. She managed to explain she was watching FIVER so I knew she was watching Freeview. Eventually I had to get round there, and the daft old thing was holding the remote in a way that meant her hand covered the IR sensor on the end. I only charged her a cup of tea and about 10 choc digestive biscuits (I was hungry). She was old and a bit mad, but I'm expecting plenty more of this come switchover. |
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Just this minute Hil shouted from the kitchen, "I've moved the telly and
that to clean behind and now the video won't work. Can you come?" "**** off. I'm closed 'til Monday!" Bill |
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"Bill Wright" wrote in message ... snip At last I got finished and I was sitting in the van having a drink when this woman came marching up. She looked like Maddy Prior (but mucky) and she had a cowboy hat on. "All around my hat" I thought as she steamed up the street. My window was already wound down. "Oi, don't you **** off just yet! I've got no sound!" "I can hear you clear enough." She laughed very slightly and said, "On the telly yer daft ****! I've had to switch to the antenna." "Err . . ." "You know, the old antenna." I told her to unplug the DTT box and plug it back in. "Will that do it?" "Yep." "Are you ****ing sure because I don't want you ****ing off while I'm doing it." "Look I'm totally knackered. If you live within 20 paces I'll come and have a look." It's at this point you're supposed to say, OK i'll fix it for a shag Steve Terry |
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In message , Steve Terry
writes "Bill Wright" wrote in message ... snip At last I got finished and I was sitting in the van having a drink when this woman came marching up. She looked like Maddy Prior (but mucky) and she had a cowboy hat on. "All around my hat" I thought as she steamed up the street. My window was already wound down. "Oi, don't you **** off just yet! I've got no sound!" "I can hear you clear enough." She laughed very slightly and said, "On the telly yer daft ****! I've had to switch to the antenna." "Err . . ." "You know, the old antenna." I told her to unplug the DTT box and plug it back in. "Will that do it?" "Yep." "Are you ****ing sure because I don't want you ****ing off while I'm doing it." "Look I'm totally knackered. If you live within 20 paces I'll come and have a look." It's at this point you're supposed to say, OK i'll fix it for a shag Steve Terry You've never seen Maddy Prior, have you? -- Ian |
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"Steve Terry" wrote in message ... "Bill Wright" wrote in message ... snip At last I got finished and I was sitting in the van having a drink when this woman came marching up. She looked like Maddy Prior (but mucky) and she had a cowboy hat on. "All around my hat" I thought as she steamed up the street. My window was already wound down. "Oi, don't you **** off just yet! I've got no sound!" "I can hear you clear enough." She laughed very slightly and said, "On the telly yer daft ****! I've had to switch to the antenna." "Err . . ." "You know, the old antenna." I told her to unplug the DTT box and plug it back in. "Will that do it?" "Yep." "Are you ****ing sure because I don't want you ****ing off while I'm doing it." "Look I'm totally knackered. If you live within 20 paces I'll come and have a look." It's at this point you're supposed to say, OK i'll fix it for a shag Believe me, NO! You really wouldn't, honestly. All the time you'd be thinking about germs. And the fag smell would really put you off. Bill |
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"Ian" wrote in message ... In message , Steve Terry writes "Bill Wright" wrote in message ... snip At last I got finished and I was sitting in the van having a drink when this woman came marching up. She looked like Maddy Prior (but mucky) and she had a cowboy hat on. "All around my hat" I thought as she steamed up the street. My window was already wound down. "Oi, don't you **** off just yet! I've got no sound!" "I can hear you clear enough." She laughed very slightly and said, "On the telly yer daft ****! I've had to switch to the antenna." "Err . . ." "You know, the old antenna." I told her to unplug the DTT box and plug it back in. "Will that do it?" "Yep." "Are you ****ing sure because I don't want you ****ing off while I'm doing it." "Look I'm totally knackered. If you live within 20 paces I'll come and have a look." It's at this point you're supposed to say, OK i'll fix it for a shag Steve Terry You've never seen Maddy Prior, have you? Oh yes, I should have said, Maddy Prior like she is, not like she was. Bill |
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In message , Steve Terry
writes It's at this point you're supposed to say, OK i'll fix it for a shag Of course there's the danger that you'd actually get one. Steve Terry -- Clint Sharp |
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Maybe a case for super the scart plugs in then...
Brian -- Brian Gaff - Note:- In order to reduce spam, any email without 'Brian Gaff' in the display name may be lost. Blind user, so no pictures please! "Bill Wright" wrote in message ... Just this minute Hil shouted from the kitchen, "I've moved the telly and that to clean behind and now the video won't work. Can you come?" "**** off. I'm closed 'til Monday!" Bill |
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In article , Brian Gaff
wrote: Have these people not heard of sticky labels and a pen? I mean, the obvious thing to have done was to mark where the plugs went and into which sockets by numbering them. Its hardly rocket science is it? Or digital cameras? Rod. -- Virtual Access V6.3 free usenet/email software from http://sourceforge.net/projects/virtual-access/ |
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"Brian Gaff" wrote in message om... Have these people not heard of sticky labels and a pen? I mean, the obvious thing to have done was to mark where the plugs went and into which sockets by numbering them. Its hard ly rocket science is it? Brian Brian, the best of it is I told this bloke to do just that last time, and he didn't bother. Bill |
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"Brian Gaff" wrote in message m... You cannot do that, then everyone will want one.. Brian At one time that would have been alright . . . but now . . . Bill |
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"Ian" wrote in message
... In message , Steve Terry writes "Bill Wright" wrote in message ... snip At last I got finished and I was sitting in the van having a drink when this woman came marching up. She looked like Maddy Prior (but mucky) and she had a cowboy hat on. "All around my hat" I thought as she steamed up the street. My window was already wound down. "Oi, don't you **** off just yet! I've got no sound!" "I can hear you clear enough." She laughed very slightly and said, "On the telly yer daft ****! I've had to switch to the antenna." "Err . . ." "You know, the old antenna." I told her to unplug the DTT box and plug it back in. "Will that do it?" "Yep." "Are you ****ing sure because I don't want you ****ing off while I'm doing it." "Look I'm totally knackered. If you live within 20 paces I'll come and have a look." It's at this point you're supposed to say, OK i'll fix it for a shag Steve Terry You've never seen Maddy Prior, have you? Ian OK her daughter then Depends how desperate they are for the Jeremy Kyle show Steve Terry |
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"Bill Wright" wrote in message ... "Steve Terry" wrote in message ... "Bill Wright" wrote in message ... snip "Look I'm totally knackered. If you live within 20 paces I'll come and have a look." It's at this point you're supposed to say, OK i'll fix it for a shag Believe me, NO! You really wouldn't, honestly. All the time you'd be thinking about germs. And the fag smell would really put you off. Bill I don't mind I'm fully rubber protected, I have my own gas mask Steve Terry |
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"Bill Wright" wrote in message ... [fortissimo] "'ello, can you 'ere me? I've pulled all the wires out and now I want to put them back, what do I do?" I paused before replying. "'ello, can you 'ere me? Are you there Bill?" "Yes, I'm here." "Good. I've pulled all the wires out and now I want to put them back, what do I do?" I knew perfectly well who it was, but . . . "You have the advantage of me." "Wot? Bill, I've pulled all the wires out and now I want to put them back, what do I do?" "Is that George?" "No!" (outraged at this absurd suggestion) "It's Jim! I've bottomed the corner of the van where the telly is and I've pulled . . ." "Jim who?" The outrage was now total. "Jim Hargreaves! Who did you think it was? " "Oh, hello Jim! Haven't heard from you for a while. How's Joan?" "She's fine. Look, I've pulled all the wires out and now I want to put them back, but I don't know where they go. If you can just talk me through it . . ." "Err, well, I'll try, but actually I'm in the queue at Tescos . . ." "Good time to catch you then, while you've nowt to do. Now look I've put the satellite one back, that's obvious because it screws on, it's these scarp leads, these big thick ones I can't fathom." "I can't remember your set up Jim. This is the motorhome is it? What kit have you got?" "There's the telly, it's only got one scarp socket, you said that made it awkward when you did it all, then there's the sky, then there the video and the DVD," "That's a DVD player then? Or does it record?" "Oh it might do I dunno." "Do you record programmes on it?" "No, we've got the video for that. Our John might though when he goes to Brid." "How many scart sockets has it got?" "I'm looking at it now. Two, and a little yellow one, and red, and white, and some other stuff." "OK, well just link everything up with your scart leads in a daisy chain. The telly will be at the end of the chain because it's only got one scart socket and the Sky box will be at the other. Try that. If it doesn't work bring the van round here over the weekend." "What if I get it in the wrong order? Is it like the firing order in an engine?" "Not really. Just try it and come round here if it doesn't work. But don't bloodywell come round at seven o'clock on Sunday morning like you did last time." "Eight then?" "Bugger off." Later: I had been mostly up the ladder for three hours rebuilding a big head-end that had been damaged by rain getting into the box. I'd had my back to the square, around which were the little houses. Half of the estate was out, sitting on their front walls, smoking and boozing. All the time there was this shouting and screaming: at the kids, at the dog, at the cat, at the partner. Effing and blinding all the time. What chance have those little kids got have growing up with decent standards? Every so often someone would come up and ask, "Will you be long? I'm missing me tennis." I always say that I will be a long time, and they always say "Oh ****ing 'ell, it's driving me bonkers this is." This is for a three hour absence of television. If they say they're missing Emmerdale or something I sometimes advise them to record it. At last I got finished and I was sitting in the van having a drink when this woman came marching up. She looked like Maddy Prior (but mucky) and she had a cowboy hat on. "All around my hat" I thought as she steamed up the street. My window was already wound down. "Oi, don't you **** off just yet! I've got no sound!" "I can hear you clear enough." She laughed very slightly and said, "On the telly yer daft ****! I've had to switch to the antenna." "Err . . ." "You know, the old antenna." I told her to unplug the DTT box and plug it back in. "Will that do it?" "Yep." "Are you ****ing sure because I don't want you ****ing off while I'm doing it." "Look I'm totally knackered. If you live within 20 paces I'll come and have a look." "Well it's 'ere." She indicated the wall of the nearest house. In the house she pressed button 1 on the TV and BBC1 came on with the sound working. "See, that's the antenna. But if I put the digital on . . ." She demonstrated and there was a picture but no sound. "And there's them black bits." She gestured towards to black areas of screen above and below the picture. I reached behind the TV set and switched the power to the DTT box off at the wall. The telly screen went black and I pressed the volume up button for a good while. At that point a purple-clad creature of immense proportions squeezed though the door. "Are you coming to me? -- because it was me that sent for you in the first place!" I turned the power on again. "Yes if you like. But what's your reception like?" "Oh it's lovely now!" "Have you checked all the channels on your digibox?" "Yes every one. I can even get Channel Five now! It was me that sent for you in the first place though!" "Well, I don't need to come into your house. You've checked it yourself." At that point the digibox came to life and the sound absolutely bellowed out. "OK ladies, can I go home now?" "Yes, go on then. We'll let yer off." Bill Question is, what would the ladies have done to you if they had decided Not to let yer off?! Don't you just love how the skilled artisan is appreciated in today's British society In Germany the title "Engineer" is as respected as Doctor Steve Terry |
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On Sat, 27 Jun 2009 12:33:01 +0100, "Steve Terry"
wrote: surgical snip Don't you just love how the skilled artisan is appreciated in today's British society In Germany the title "Engineer" is as respected as Doctor Which doesn't carry much kudos in the UK if it also ends in "GP". |
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"Harry" wrote in message ... On Sat, 27 Jun 2009 12:33:01 +0100, "Steve Terry" wrote: surgical snip Don't you just love how the skilled artisan is appreciated in today's British society In Germany the title "Engineer" is as respected as Doctor Which doesn't carry much kudos in the UK if it also ends in "GP". Most GPs are on a £ hundred thousand a year now, you think they give a feck? Steve Terry |
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"Steve Terry" wrote in message ... "Harry" wrote in message ... On Sat, 27 Jun 2009 12:33:01 +0100, "Steve Terry" wrote: surgical snip Don't you just love how the skilled artisan is appreciated in today's British society In Germany the title "Engineer" is as respected as Doctor Which doesn't carry much kudos in the UK if it also ends in "GP". Most GPs are on a £ hundred thousand a year now, you think they give a feck? | Plus the poor dears were given shorter working hours and are no longer compelled to provide out of hours home visits, which means there is now a lucrative opportunity open for hundreds of foreign doctors who apparently find it very worthwhile to commute here and earn good money doing it for them. http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-425834/The-1-000-day-foreign-doctors-standing-GPs.html http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/top-stories/2009/05/05/foreign-doc-s-drug-blunder-killed-dad-115875-21332847/ |
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"Ivan" wrote in message ... Plus the poor dears were given shorter working hours and are no longer compelled to provide out of hours home visits, which means there is now a lucrative opportunity open for hundreds of foreign doctors who apparently find it very worthwhile to commute here and earn good money doing it for them. Yes and they're utterly crap. They come out and treat you like ****. Bill |
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On Sat, 27 Jun 2009 14:07:57 +0100, "Steve Terry"
wrote: "Harry" wrote in message .. . On Sat, 27 Jun 2009 12:33:01 +0100, "Steve Terry" wrote: surgical snip Don't you just love how the skilled artisan is appreciated in today's British society In Germany the title "Engineer" is as respected as Doctor Which doesn't carry much kudos in the UK if it also ends in "GP". Most GPs are on a £ hundred thousand a year now, you think they give a feck? When they failed to recognise leukemia in our daughter. When they failed to recognise bowel cancer in a friend. When they failed to recognise MND with another. When they failed to recognise heart failure in myself - I called the ambulance after staggering out of the consultation room - no, I sincerely don't think they give a hoot. |
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Harry wrote:
Most GPs are on a £ hundred thousand a year now, you think they give a feck? When they failed to recognise leukemia in our daughter. When they failed to recognise bowel cancer in a friend. When they failed to recognise MND with another. When they failed to recognise heart failure in myself - I called the ambulance after staggering out of the consultation room - no, I sincerely don't think they give a hoot. Somehow I doubt most of what you say is true. |
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On Sun, 28 Jun 2009 08:55:08 +0100, Harry
wrote: Most GPs are on a £ hundred thousand a year now, you think they give a feck? When they failed to recognise leukemia in our daughter. When they failed to recognise bowel cancer in a friend. When they failed to recognise MND with another. When they failed to recognise heart failure in myself - I called the ambulance after staggering out of the consultation room - no, I sincerely don't think they give a hoot. What an unlucky family. |
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"Laurence Payne" wrote in message ... On Sun, 28 Jun 2009 08:55:08 +0100, Harry wrote: Most GPs are on a £ hundred thousand a year now, you think they give a feck? When they failed to recognise leukemia in our daughter. When they failed to recognise bowel cancer in a friend. When they failed to recognise MND with another. When they failed to recognise heart failure in myself - I called the ambulance after staggering out of the consultation room - no, I sincerely don't think they give a hoot. What an unlucky family. We must be just as unlucky. Bill |
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On Sun, 28 Jun 2009 13:34:29 +0100, "Bill Wright"
wrote: When they failed to recognise leukemia in our daughter. When they failed to recognise bowel cancer in a friend. When they failed to recognise MND with another. When they failed to recognise heart failure in myself - I called the ambulance after staggering out of the consultation room - no, I sincerely don't think they give a hoot. What an unlucky family. We must be just as unlucky. It's easy to rationalise after the event. "If only the doctor had done this/acted quicker/been a better mind-reader..." Not unconnected to the "since you fiddled with my aerial the bathroom taps have stopped working" syndrome. You've had plenty of that one, I expect :-) And particularly prevalent in those (often of a certain age) whose conversation consists largely of the many ways the country has gone to hell in a handbasket, often (but not always) accompanied by "I'm not racist, but...". |
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On Sun, 28 Jun 2009 02:59:36 -0500, "South Downs" wrote:
Harry wrote: Most GPs are on a £ hundred thousand a year now, you think they give a feck? When they failed to recognise leukemia in our daughter. When they failed to recognise bowel cancer in a friend. When they failed to recognise MND with another. When they failed to recognise heart failure in myself - I called the ambulance after staggering out of the consultation room - no, I sincerely don't think they give a hoot. Somehow I doubt most of what you say is true. Actually, you're correct, I lied about calling the ambulance, my wife did it for me. |
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On Sun, 28 Jun 2009 16:35:03 +0100, Harry
wrote: When they failed to recognise leukemia in our daughter. When they failed to recognise bowel cancer in a friend. When they failed to recognise MND with another. When they failed to recognise heart failure in myself - I called the ambulance after staggering out of the consultation room - no, I sincerely don't think they give a hoot. Somehow I doubt most of what you say is true. Actually, you're correct, I lied about calling the ambulance, my wife did it for me. Mine didn't call. She wrote. |
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Actually, you're correct, I lied about calling the ambulance, my wife
did it for me. Mine didn't call. She wrote. I hope she didn't inadvertantly put the wrong postcode on there too :-} |
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Bill Wright wrote:
"Laurence Payne" wrote in message What an unlucky family. We must be just as unlucky. Bill A friend of mine was told by her doctor not to worry about the breast lumps, because she was pregnant. Then because she was feeding. She just about survived to her son's second birthday. The birthday banners were still up for her funeral. Andy |
Rigger's Diary: yesterday
"Harry" wrote in message
... On Sat, 27 Jun 2009 14:07:57 +0100, "Steve Terry" wrote: "Harry" wrote in message . .. On Sat, 27 Jun 2009 12:33:01 +0100, "Steve Terry" wrote: surgical snip Don't you just love how the skilled artisan is appreciated in today's British society In Germany the title "Engineer" is as respected as Doctor Which doesn't carry much kudos in the UK if it also ends in "GP". Most GPs are on a £ hundred thousand a year now, you think they give a feck? When they failed to recognise leukemia in our daughter. When they failed to recognise bowel cancer in a friend. When they failed to recognise MND with another. When they failed to recognise heart failure in myself - I called the ambulance after staggering out of the consultation room - no, I sincerely don't think they give a hoot. My GP failed to recognise gall stones prescribing me endless antacids, wasn't until i got to A&E doubled up in pain that a simple ultrascan showed up the problem. GP's exist to stop you seeing a real doctor I learnt the lesson if you need real medical help go the A&E Steve Terry |
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