Author's Remarks:
Without any doubt and clearly from my own personal perspective, quite self-evidently the National Health Service, universally referred to as the NHS is irrefutably, one of if not the very best invention that British politicians in essence actually came up with and obviously something that I've always felt proud about and physically and mentally supported.

Five decades ago I both trained and worked as an RMN and SRN nurse in the NHS. And although I knew it wasn't going to be either my ultimate or longstanding career basically so as I always from my primary school days knew that I wanted to be an Academic, I was clearly sensibly advised by one of my crucial lifetime mentors and evidently an Academic himself that to become a good let alone very evidently an excellent Academic that clearly and quite crucially one should actually gain vital experience of life and people in a quite diverse environment rather than effectively leaving school, going to university and then back into a teaching/learning environment with not a sausage of experience of real life or real people.

So I chose three principal work careers with nursing the actual first of them followed by the RAF and itself effectively followed by the Inland Revenue. Directly after that I happily embarked most evidently enthusiastically on the pursuance of my distinct and essentially diverse university studies intertwined rather obviously with my Academic pursuits in the UK and overseas, principally the EU.

However, as a conscientious Brit, I crucially but quite voluntarily so carried on actually paying my dues, doing so quite specifically because of the NHS. I'll be amongst the very first to say that the NHS has unquestionably been fucked up by Maggie Thatcher and her likeminded Tories, and the hospital in York that I trained at has long ceased to exist and its spacious land, orchards that beautifully ran alongside the River Ouse and distinctly were complemented by its associated farms, laundry and even its own church are quite evidently no more. Yet Clifton Hospital was one of the oldest and most renowned mental hospitals across Britain. All sold off by these rather acquisitive Tories to their corporate friends, and like everywhere else the odious lunatic let loose in the community, while in the process destroying it and asininely along with the likes of Nigel Farage, Andrew Neil, Tom Robinson and other likeminded scum, claiming they're defending British Culture; when most of them, who'd be hard pressed to know who their biological parents are, and most specifically so their fathers, are as much real British as I, an Afro-Caribbean Brit am an Eskimo; no insult to the latter as I'm plainly drawing a non-correlation fact.

Which enthusiastically brings me back to this poem and why I wrote it! In actually simple terms because East Surrey is quite undoubtedly a great hospital and is literally the epitome of what the NHS is all about, with every tier of management and diverse staff unquestionably competent, dedicated and fully au fait with what their duties and responsibilities are, and the quite first rate manner in which these duties are distinctly excellently and humanely carried out!

But I have a soft spot also for the entirety of the staff managing and working in the very adept EMERGENCY DEPARTMENT. Every one of you, in whatever capacity you work there do your work brilliantly and simply discernibly very conscientiously.

Finally a distinctively heartfelt "thank you" to everyone who was marvellously on duty obviously in the Emergency on Thursday 15 August 2024. Thanking all of you immensely, for your outstanding care and very distinctly cordial attention! Very much appreciated by me! God Bless you all! Special thanks also to Suzi and kindest regards to your 15 month old baby! And don't put off that Masters very indefinitely (smile). You've rather obviously the brain power and natural ability to do it!

#Inspirational