Hereward the ill is going to collect his prescription tomorrow from the quack. He will give it to his eldest Son to present to his local Boots. By doing this – said Son will be able to say that his Dad will pay for the goods when he comes in to collect.
When the medicine is slapped on the counter, Aitch will pull out a nice crisp five pound note. Aitch will then tell the bint behind the counter that he is not prepared to pay the full English prescription price of £6.50p – but will gladly pay the Welsh equivalent of £5……
No doubt, they’ll refuse to give Aitch the stuff until he stumps up the extra £1.50p….. which he most definitely will not do.
No problem, seeds will have been sown – and he’ll get better, eventually…
He will have made a bit of a scene – and told everyone who is prepared to listen of the health racism being widely practised within the various parts of the UK. He will also have told them of the commitment for every person in Wales to qualify for free prescriptions by 2007. By then, no doubt the English equivalent will have topped seven quid……
Unless there are a few more martyrs about?
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I don't have to pay for prescriptions (no, I'm not an unemployed scrounger :p) but if I did I would join you in martyrdom. Will there be virgins when we die a martyr's death?
Yes, sponsored by Richard Branston, obviously...
You should buy your son a camcorder for this occasion.
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