Monday, 21 July 2014

The prisoner

Until DZ retirement his registration with the GMC was very much in the background. The money got taken, unnoticed, from his account on a regular basis but that was about it. He does remember back in the 90s when, due to an error in the GMC itself his direct debit was cancelled, by them and the fee not paid. In their usual style when they discovered their own error their response was to write to me aggressively and rudely threatening erasure if I didn't pay up. As if it was my fault. Arrogant pigs!
So for the entire duration of his career, DZ had no idea what his GMC number was. No-one ever asked for it. It was not in his memory.
So when he started doing agency work he was a little surprised to find the number of times he was required to put his GMC number on various forms, including prescription forms and various other records.
A month ago I mentioned another line I've been wanting to use for some time. The opportunity hasn't arisen yet, but it's only a matter of time.
The disembodied voice in this clip I think sounds a lot like the GMC would sound, if it had a voice.

Saturday, 21 June 2014


DZ is retired. But he can't seem to stay away from the coal face and has been doing a little locum work. Doing what work you want, when you want, without having to worry about keeping your job has restored DZ enjoyment of the work he does. Having the freedom to just speak your mind and walk out the door if the situation arose is very liberating.
And it doesn't take long. On my arrival I was challenged and asked where my ID badge was. I've been wanting to use this line for years.

There's another line I've been wanting to use. Not going to give it away just yet, but for those of you old enough think Patrick McGoohan and Portmeirion.

Sunday, 8 June 2014

Oh please!

Oh Joy. Is it too much to hope he will remove that worthless suit full of bugger all Hunt. Hunt is sympathetic to homeopathy, and seems to believe that being health minister qualifies him to comment on medical matters. A complete fool. But then, do they have anyone who would be any better?

Friday, 30 May 2014


You can't have failed to notice that it's coming up to the centenary of the start of the first world war. I have to say that I'm not sure that it's something we should be commemorating. If we are going to celebrate anything to do with that episode of history we should wait till 2018 and celebrate it's end.
But that would deprive various people the opportunity to make money out of selling commemorative tat. Cynical old DZ is not surprised to see adds appearing like this one, though he is a little angry.

The add uses phrases such as "important that we never forget the sacrifices made on our behalf by the brave young soldiers" and "the 16 million who gave their lives will never be forgotten." (their highlighting).

So show your respect by buying a trinket! I think I'm going to be sick!

Tuesday, 13 May 2014


DZ has never been a fan of football. He regards it as a mind numbingly boring game. He's always been a little irritated by the fact that those around him who follow the game regard DZ as some sort of aberration, not quite a proper man, despite the fact that his disinterest is shared by about half the population. In return DZ has always regarded football bores with mild disdain, until that is he had to share a train journey with about 200 of the bastards on their way home from a game. After watching them repeatedly trying to provoke a fight with the heavily outnumbered transport police he now feels they should be used as organ donors. And kept in camps.

DZ is therefore also irritated by the obsession the media have with the game, nicely summed up by this bit of film.

So when he read this article this morning he had to sympathise with the sentiment expressed. Yeah! Those interested in archeology don't go around bending the ears of the rest of us do they? You don't find the media droning on incessantly about it all the time do you?

So then he turned to the morning papers, and found this, as the front page headline of today's Indy. The article uses the word "archeology" no fewer than 9 times. Perhaps football's not so bad after all. (Yes it is)

Sunday, 27 April 2014

A sign!

I've commented before on the phenomenon of pareidolia, whereby people see familiar images in blobs of marmite, pieces of toast, aubergines etc and attribute huge relevance to this, claiming they are signs from their god. Occasionally however something happens that, although almost certainly coincidental, has far more to justify a vague feeling that someone "up there" is trying to tell us something. Like this.

Funny how the faithful, gathering in Rome, don't seem to be taking much notice.