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Swarm Of Locums?
March 5th, 2008 |
After waking at 6ish this morning I was in three minds whether to continue adding to the 4k words that went into my writing efforts (new book) of yesterday (Current words: 13,972). However I decided against this and did the usual of running through my Favs of news, blogs, etc and by 1pm-ish decided to go for a quiet pint at the local with some of the other GOMs.
Little did I know that I would be seconded.
At 2pm I was supping the last of my Guinness and then someone bought me another. I looked to the entrance doors and 4 guys wearing scrubs rushed to the bar and ordered – they were closely followed by about four hundred, similarly dressed, junior doctors.
“SLIM! HELP! GLASSES!”
Up until 4pm I was collecting the pints, halves and other assorted glassware from the detritus that the students had created.
Who says that there’s a drink problem in the NHS? – These chaps and fillies didn’t have a problem.
I’ll tell you what… there was not one disturbance with any of them, they were polite and patient, and they were going on to several more venues. Good on ‘em.
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