His reply crossed with yours, Bruv! That goes beyond stealth-wummery! I'm not sure there's even a name for what you just did! Looks like I'm going to have to add a new chapter to my treatise on "The Art of Wummery" (2nd reprint).
We actually went to a walk in clinic this morning as Mrs Stan has been quite unwell for a few weeks and we couldn't wait for another GP appointment. I turned up ready for a fight. We saw a nurse within half an hour and she was brilliant, better than the GP she's been seeing. What I don't get is why they've been reluctant to give us the ****ing referral letter to get us out of the NHS system and allow us to use our BUPA cover. She's had 3 GP appointments so far. Stan Jr has also been ill recently and we had to fight the GP to get a referral letter. The consultant has since said that he thinks the GP misdiagnosed him so we're back to square one. I'm not going to slag off the NHS though as that would be unfair on the people who work for it. It's not their fault that funding and management is a mess.
At least you have an NHS. Here, you get cancer you have three choices: 1) Die untreated. 2) Burden your loved ones with decades of medical bills. 3) Become know as Heisenberg to the local crystal meth gangs. Rich people have a 4th option: pay for it.
Watch the documentary on iPlayer that was aired last night (very good watch actually, although sad). I think that was around the time of Piskie being a high rank manager. #bloodgate
I'd definitely go for number 3 personally. Not even sure I need cancer as an excuse. Man Flu might be enough. #BadManBob
I think @RidLidSonOfAnfield would make a great Jessie Pinkman for you, he already uses the Jessie vernacular from time to time.
I was thinking of using @FosseFilberto as my Jesse Pinkman, but I think the cardigan and sandals may get us caught. He refuses to dress trendy so I'll consider other applicants.
@Hoddle Is A God has to be Saul Goodman, not because he could feasibly be mistaken for a lawyer, but because he specializes in blowing a lot of hot air.
I went to Wythenshawe (UHSM) this morning to get discharged by my consultant, whilst checking in, I heard this withered old corpse behind me saying "Why's the queue so long today, we ought to complain"... FFS, is that all we do when we get to that age, complain about things? Just hurry up and die you boring old mushroom. I've 'used' the NHS twice recently, even though I have private health care, and both times in Manchester it's been a brilliant service, I had to wait 4 hours to see somebody once, but there's probably some wife in Sudan dragging her wheezing kid 200 miles just to watch him die, so I'll live with 4 hours just fine.
