The NHS: safe in whose hands?
Just before the 1983 General Election, Neil Kinnock uttered these ominous words,
If Margaret Thatcher wins on Thursday, I warn you not to be ordinary. I warn you not to be young. I warn you not to fall ill. I warn you not to get old.
He could equally have been warning about the state of the country after three terms of New Labour. I bumped into the daughter of an older friend of mine in the supermarket this afternoon. Her mum had suffered a fall at home and fractured a bone in her leg. She couldn’t get into the new hospital a few hundred yards from her house, so was found a bed in a hospital 25 miles away.
Despite being in considerable pain, it took them three days to X-ray her leg.
No matter who wins next month, I warn you not to grow old or fall sick, because the Government will resent you for it. No wonder some of these politicians are so keen on euthanasia. Instead of treating elderly people with dignity and respect, the government shoves them around and gives them a pittance of a pension. The way things are going, they will be ‘helped’ to end it. Presumably, the quality of care will make some feel that they would be better off dead.
I warn you that a vote for LibLabCon is a wasted vote. I warn you that none of them cares about ordinary people. The Kinnocks, remember, are no longer ordinary. They have become multimillionaires through being in politics allegedly because they wanted to improve the lives of ordinary folk. They certainly made a vast difference to the fortunes of two people.


I owe a debt of gratitude to Neil Kinnock. When he became our constituency MP, long ago, my entire family stopped voting Labour. By the time I could vote, they’d have killed me if I had a red rosette.
Thanks, Neil. And say hello to Gladys from the family that wants to see you both skinned and dipped in salt.
Twice. We’ll wait for it to grow back.
Would calling Glenys Gladys not have been considered blasphemy? Brilliant that your family saw through them early on. Earlier than I did.