If the Health and Social Care Bill sets out some of the parameters for competition but much of this is of necessity very broad and open to interpretation – ( see Angela’s current blog at the Nuffield trust site- off this page) and If this job of interpretation of so-called parameters for competition falls largely to the new economic regulator – Monitor, then who else most importantly gets to interpret things as they happen? Dare I remind everyone even at this late stage about the Patient led NHS brought in back in 2005. Patients and the public come first so let’s make sure there’s room for even one individual to raise concerns appropriately when it’s necessary to affect the direction of change. Surely the personalisation of health and social care thanks to the most modern of IT technology is possible, without compromising upon the wholeness of an individuals work/life balance – including one’s enjoyment of a fullfilling family life lived as one may choose in privacy, dignity and with autonomy.

Worst scenario yet…I get the fictionalization, totally even though it would never happen. But everything afterwards is horrible. It includes the conservatives, a Lib-Lab alliance, a super powerful racist formation of the BNP and Eng Dems, the greens, and independents. Basically when I like to play a scenario, it’s okay if its weird (meaning the background) but it’s just not professional. The Conservatives are SUPER POWERFUL, no way to win. In fact the goal of the Lib-Lab pact is to become the minority. The racist party is also way to powerful and leads me to believe either there is no thought put into this or the creator was biased.

Aah... Aangirfan is Scottish!Hoots maun!Back in the early 60's I used to know Sean Connery and other Scottish actors ...er... Stanley Black(?) an actor/comedian cum known 'agitator'? I liked him, he was great. He and Connery together and the sparks flew! It was the only time Sean could express himself in public without a script, Scottish politics and 'those Brit bastards'.I made myself popular by saying it wasn't Scottish oil, but British and American ...and Norwegian. The only thing Scottish about it was that it was convenient, and cheap, to draw the lines to nearby Scotland, and base the service-sector there. It got the politicians votes, too.The oil was discovered by King Olav of Norway during the war. He overheard 2 USA military men chugging whiskey and talking about 'being so close and yet so far, pity the Germans are in the way', and understood Norway came into it somewhere, inquiring as to what exactly they were talking about. The oil. In theory. The men were geologists before the war, and suspected the presence of oil in the North Sea area. So he offered free facilities to the men when the war was over to explore the viability of oil off his coast. They did this. Norway funded the search and found the oil. The USA were the only industrial-complex able to drill and pump-up the oil, so they had to be involved.Then all others in the area got into the act, trying to pass laws laying claim to areas of the North Sea in case there was oil there too. This included the Brits. Olav wasn't happy. Most of the oil is closer to Norway than GB. But he had to bargain, he needed to trade with GB, he wanted to maintain good relations, he and his people were forever indebted to the British people for their support in beating the Germans. He countered that GB had a huge industrial complex and a vaste worldwide trade to live off, they weren't dependent on the oil. Norway was totally bankrupt after the war, they only had the fishing to live-off and that didn't look good. He was quiet prepared to offer Britain VERY good terms for the Norwegian oil, but the greedy Brits steamrollered all over him and took the lions-share for themselves. The British side of the oil was paid for by London, on money loaned from the Yanks, the Scots were not involved. I know this as I knew Olav personally, my dad was a Captain (later, for a short while, a Major) in the 'Kongens Garde', the Lifeguards, and actually shared the same desk in Olav's office the last years of the war, as a personal assistant. As Olav's family were in Canada we became his surrogate family in GB. He wanted to be our godfather but protocol didn't allow it. But he used to visit us after we moved back to GB, and chat. He loved being just a normal person, often on his own without a bodyguard. We used to play footie down the rec with the current king, Harald, teaching him to swear in English!