Answer: Well, after her secretary found out who I am, bloody nigh on impossible!
Two weeks ago, I had a very unhealthy few days. Not only was my physical wellbeing suffering, but my wallet took a hell of a beating also. In the space of little more than 72 hours, I had to buy 4 lots of prescription drugs and was charged £3 to exit a hospital car park.
All told, it cost me over 30 quid in medical Celtgelt taxation.
I thought I would try to speak with Rosie Cooper, my local MP to complain - to vent my spleen so to speak - and to get her to fight my corner.
I clicked onto her web site. The home page screams -
'As your local Labour MP I am committed to working hard for you, the people of West Lancashire, and to fighting to get the best deal for every single local person.....
I am here to be YOUR voice on the issues that matter to YOU!.....
As your Member of Parliament, I trust you will contact me on the matters that are important to you, your family and your community.
Rosie Cooper MP'.
Yeah, well that's the spin, the reality is somewhat different. Troublemakers like me and issues like Celtgelt taxation and West Lothian are to be kicked into the long grass and forgotten about whenever possible. So far, I've made 5 phone calls. Each time her secretary has told me that they are arranging surgery appointment times - and that they will contact me by phone 'that day', 'the next day', 'the end of the week', and by 'Monday, 8th December, definitely'....
Needless to say, I have rung again this morning...... they are going to get back to me.... definitely today.
"Now, when you say you'll 'definitely' get back to me today, this time you really do mean 'definitely', don't you?
Well, they'd better. Because if they don't I am turning up regardless, in person, all high-blood pressured, 20 stoned, 6ft2 of me. And I will not be happy.
My MP next to Big Ben. One is two faced, the other is four faced... Democracy, England style.