It's almost like they're pathologically addicted to narcissistically and vicariously wallowing in grief and tragedy like the fans of virtually every other football team and Boris Johnson have been saying for years, isn't it? :hehe:
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk...-a7579571.html
Did I tell you about the time I met him? Really made my skin crawl - something evil about him, which is probably why, even though he was deputy, UKIP looked everywhere before turning to him (sorry, before he graciously threw his hat into the ring). Nice to know he is thick though - otherwise he could be dangerous.Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
And before I get accused of political bias, it wasn't just because he is a member of UKIP that I took against him. I met Farage a couple of weeks before and as much as I dislike his politics, I thought he came across as quite charming and funny.
Oh, I've no time for UKIP generally. I take the view that Leave won in spite of them as much as because of them. When you consider that Farage was their acceptable public face, you have to wonder what the rest of them looked like.Quote:
Originally Posted by Luis Anaconda
I liked someone on Twitter's description of Nuttall as dressing like one of those WW2 German spies who couldn't understand why they were arrested within half an hour of landing in Britain :hehe:
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:clap: Beautifully putQuote:
Originally Posted by Burney
He bought you a drink didn't he?Quote:
Originally Posted by Luis Anaconda
Almost the opposite - I brought him one. A coffee, at any rate. It was in a professional capacityQuote:
Originally Posted by SWv2
I lost any vestige of respect for Farage when I found out he'd lost a böllock in a remarkably similar way to me (even down to being examined in the same hospital and them getting it wrong) and apparently had absolutely no sense of humour about it whatsoever.Quote:
Originally Posted by Luis Anaconda
I imagine for him there may have been many comparisons made to certain other political leaders with reportedly one ball.Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
Major news on the day I met him was the red Arrows pilot being killed. His take on the matter was "So - there was a plane crash. I've been in a plane crash. What's so different about that?"
Did you refrain from pointing out that the major difference was that he was alive while the other poor fücker was dead?Quote:
Originally Posted by Luis Anaconda
Actually, just reading this again, the similarities with my case are remarkable. He was a bit younger to be fair, though.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/poli...failed-me.html
Jesus - that is quite shocking.Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
Oh, I basically had to tell the doctors what I had before they referred me to the right person. These cünts were sending me home with antibiotics and anti-inflammatories.Quote:
Originally Posted by Luis Anaconda
This is the thing with doctors, you see? As with most professions, the vast majority of them are shït.
I went to school with a lad who had only one ball and he got abuse about it almost every day, it essentially became a part of his name. He also had little or no sense of humour about it.Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
I remember you telling that before - if like that, it was over a greater period of time than I imagined. It seems to be the opposite here - cough and they'll treat for consumption before you know itQuote:
Originally Posted by Burney
Yeah, school would've been a bit tougher, to be fair. Kids are bástards. We had a bloke at our school who was a haemophiliac. Did that mean we want easy on him for being fat and not doing sport? It did not. :-(Quote:
Originally Posted by SWv2
He died of the good AIDs a few years later. I'd love to say we all cared, felt terrible and reflected on how badly we'd behaved. It wouldn't be true, though. :-\
No, mine was over a shorter period because I knew damn well what I had, while they kept thinking I had some sort of clap and kept asking me if I'd been having extramarital sex (which I hadn't at that point).Quote:
Originally Posted by Luis Anaconda
Basically, if the NHS had been left to its own devices, I'd be pushing up daisies right now. This may go some way to explaining why I don't tend to get terribly dewy-eyed about it.
Invariably in any health system if you are treated by a GP as opposed to a specialist in the particular area of your problem then you are taking chances.Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
I had to go to an NHS GP to get a referral letter to a specialist recently. I noticed upon entering his office that his degree was from the University of Addis Ababa, which may be a fine medical school. But it may not. Anyway, he said he'd give me a ltter but that I would wait for 6 months for an appointment; no no, said I, I need a referral to a private hospital. "Oh!" he cried, absolutely delighted. "You is one of them high rollers!" and, beaming, he stood and high-fived me.Quote:
Originally Posted by SWv2
Fúcking oddball.
I was treated by my GP, who clearly suspected what it was and referred me to hospital, but (as it was the evening) only to A&E, which - unless you're seeing the Registrar - is basically doctor infant school. Once I got through to the consultant (by telling them what was wrong with me), everything went very well.Quote:
Originally Posted by SWv2
But realistically, there are only a few things that can do that to a testicle and at least two of them are potentially fatal, so you'd have thought erring on the side of caution might have been an idea, wouldn't you?
How come you didn't go private if you suspected the NHS doctors weren't taking your symptoms seriously enough?Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
You did remarkably well to get an appointment, which I believe these days is a process somewhat akin to winning the Krypton Factor.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
Oh, this was simply over a period of a day or so. I didn't go through what Farage did only because I had a damned good idea of what I had and wasn't leaving until I'd been referred to the right person.Quote:
Originally Posted by Monty92
I managed to diagnose my dad's strangulated hernia (which is a medical emergency and can be fatal) a couple of months ago on the same day he was sent home from the hospital because they didn't know what was wrong with him and assumed he had a vomiting bug. I was quite staggered how this could possibly happen.Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
Getting the appointment was OK. The problem was getting registered at the surgery, not having been registered with an NHS doctor since I was a child. Talk about Kafkaesque. Apparently everyone has an 'NHS number'. Who knew?Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
I was reading 'The English And Their History' by Robert Tombs recently (very good, btw, and he has little time for lefty nonsense) and he was making the point that at the same time, England sustains one of the world's biggest capitalist enterprises in the City of London and one of the world's biggest unreconstructed pure socialist enterprises in the NHS. He made the point that the capacity to accept the presence of these two things whilst perceiving no apparent contradiction between them went some way to explaining the English psyche.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
I have been watching a series of programs recently about a Central London NHS Trust, Paddington/Charing Cross etc. Quite staggering really.
Very sick people, very sick, no bed in ITC, no operation.
Teams of consultants/surgeons/anaesthetists stood around all day waiting for an operation that may not happen.
Incredible.
I am not sure it is much better here tbh.
Interestingly, the NHS can still manage to do you a nose job if the size of your hooter upsets you, or chop your cock off if you';re mental enough to think you're a woman.Quote:
Originally Posted by SWv2
It's all a bit silly.
These transgender freaks are now allowed in the Rose of Tralee.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
I genuinely can't wait for the first one to roll into town. The RTE complaints line will combust.
Many's the rose that will give you a prick, sw.Quote:
Originally Posted by SWv2
Yes, well the NHS is abominably organised because it is a monolithic, centrally-planned nightmare. It is hugely overpriced relative to what it delivers comparing unfavourably with cheaper systems in places like Finland. It is the largest non-military employer on earth and Gordon Brown pretty much doubled spending on it with no significant improvement in outcomes between 97 and 08.Quote:
Originally Posted by SWv2
The British are childishly encouraged by the media (in propagandist programmes such as the one you describe) and politicians to treat it as a sacred cow - almost a religion in itself, in fact (see the absurd Olympic games böllocks for evidence) and anyone who wants to get elected has to promise to at least 'ring fence' spending rather than to apply much-needed cuts. And, of course, we cling absurdly to the shibboleth of 'free at the point of use' - all of which means we'll never see any improvement.
Oh, I say, well played! And appropriate for Valentines Day.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
Thank you very much b.Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
Hang on. So Farrage has only got one ball, was been shagging a German for years and came to regret trusting the bloke who told him his aircraft were the key to success? Hhhhmmmm. There was a bit of a Stufenplan about the road he took to Brexit, too. Just sayin'.Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
Christ almighty, gg, I've got one nut, have had a toothbrush moustache (albeit for about an hour) and am my mother's only surviving son - am I Hitler, too? :yikes:Quote:
Originally Posted by Ganpati's Goonerz--AFC's Aboriginal Fertility Cult
:hehe: Was there a photo?Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
No, but it was when he lived hereQuote:
Originally Posted by Ash
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There was. I don't know where it is, though. Probably somewhere in the cloud.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ash
With his cat.Quote:
Originally Posted by Luis Anaconda
https://i.ytimg.com/vi/MW4x-K24JIQ/hqdefault.jpg
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Originally Posted by Burney
Now you mention it, B, is Sir C your Goerring? You enjoy eating meat though. But if you had a German Shepard called Blondie, I'd surmise that all the food stuff was a cover for your true vegetarianism - simply a propaganda stunt suggested to you by the good doctor.