Rastapopoulos
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I grew up in the rural Southwest of England (the nearest village was the quaintly named Langford Budville - it was a couple of miles away across fields). Once, when I had the flu bad, the doctor came out to our cottage. To do this he had to drive for half an hour, the last part of which was up an incredibly pitted unpaved road. Free!
Those were the days. Ironically, I later went to a Private (which in England is, confusingly, called "Public") School (also free - I got a scholarship) and was the only lefty there. (Why did my parents send me there? According to my Dad, because he was convinced that the newly-elected Tories would dismantle the state education system. So I got to learn Latin. Which I have since forgotten.) I was regularly told to "fuck off to Russia". But not one of the charmers who used to say that would have ever questioned the NHS. Even Maggie didn't dare fuck with it, so she settled on using North Sea Oil money to cripple the Miners.
Those were the days. Ironically, I later went to a Private (which in England is, confusingly, called "Public") School (also free - I got a scholarship) and was the only lefty there. (Why did my parents send me there? According to my Dad, because he was convinced that the newly-elected Tories would dismantle the state education system. So I got to learn Latin. Which I have since forgotten.) I was regularly told to "fuck off to Russia". But not one of the charmers who used to say that would have ever questioned the NHS. Even Maggie didn't dare fuck with it, so she settled on using North Sea Oil money to cripple the Miners.
