Sunday, 30 March 2008

Crimes Against Humanity

Fake Plastic Team 2

Grimsby 0

There is no more depressing sight in football than seeing MK Dons win. This abortion of a team are a fake, a charade, a tacky abomination.

Tuesday, 25 March 2008

The Quack's Back!!

Well, fuck me sideways, the Quack has got a nice new shiny website. She still hasn't got round to answering my question though.

Let's have a look.

"Christine Glover is a very well known pharmacist with
homeopathic training offering an holistic integrated approach to healthcare. She
neither rejects conventional medicine nor accepts alternative medicine
uncritically. She believes that emotional happiness is a fundamental part of
physical health for an all round sense of balanced wellbeing."

Firstly, I think it's fair to say that "very well known pharmacist" is a bit of an oxymoron. I'd never heard of her until a couple of months ago, and would frankly struggle to name any pharmacists. Well, apart from people I was in university with, which doesn't really count. Physicists, we are not. Also, I am not sure what an all round sense of balanced wellbeing is. I guess it has something to do with not wafting at balls pitched outside off stump. Or not.

But wait! There's more! The Quack has managed to write a second paragraph. Fuck me, if only I had homeopathic training! I could also write two paragraphs!

"Christine Glover worked for fifteen years in her own community pharmacy in the
West End of Edinburgh, with a wide range of clientele ranging from bishops to
drug addicts. Since then she has spent the past seven years focusing on an
holistic approach to health issues through homeopathy. She was President of the Royal Pharmaceutical Society of
Great Britain
from 1998 to 2001."

Well whoop-de-fucking woo. I also slog through the retail trenches, although I would bet my right elbow that I see a lot more drug addicts than any fucking quack. This is why:


Oddly enough, all the drug addicts I see are treated with evidence-based medicine. Also, drug addicts are, in the main, poor. Poor people cannot afford homeopathic "consultations".

Also, how the fuck the Royal Pharmaceutical Society of Great Britain can continue to let this woman peddle her crap while still being a practicing pharmacist, and proudly advertising herself as a former President of the Society is beyond me. How the flying fuck a known homeopath got elected as president is completely beyond me. I blame the voters...

Edit: Point and laugh at the Quack here

Monday, 24 March 2008

Fucking Easter (2)

You have no job and, in fact, very little to fill your days with. Well, apart from getting on my wick, that is.

So do you

a) think to yourself "My word, my friendly local chemist will be closed for a day over Easter. I should prepare for this apocalyptic event by TAKING RESPONSIBILITY for MY MEDICATION, and making sure I order a script from the GP because it is MY MEDICATION and it is MY RESPONSIBILITY to take care for MYSELF"

b) Walk into your pissed-off tamping chemist at five to six the day before Good Friday and kick up a stink because you forgot to order YOUR OWN MEDICATION, and it is, apparently, my fault.

Fucking Easter.

I would like to thank the fucking moronic pharmacist who has been sitting on a Meff script that has not been adjusted to take account of the Easter bank holiday. I just love the way it has been sitting in the pharmacy for three weeks, and then you leave it for me to deal with on Saturday morning. You fucking shithouse little twat.

Thaat aside mind, I had a cracking weekend.

Wednesday, 19 March 2008


A truly great man died today.

Rest in peace, Arthur C. Clarke, who proved that physics is the sexiest science there is.

Sunday, 16 March 2008

Non-vintage Six Nations

Bloody fantastic. Although I feel rough as arseholes now.

Friday, 14 March 2008


Medicine Use Reviews, apparently. Supposed to be carried out on patients to make sure they are taking their tablets properly.

In practice, this is not the case.

Patient A has fucked lungs, diabetes, depression and would be an excellent candidate for an MUR, that is if I had a spare 30 minutes, which is a whole different story.

Patient B takes 75mg of aspirin every morning and is fairly intelligent. Does he really need an MUR?

The fact is, patient B will always be chosen, because he is easy, and he can be a box ticked, and another step on the ladder towards a target. There is shit-all patient care involved in this.

Fifty thousand ploughshares produced, comrades!

Tuesday, 4 March 2008


Brett Favre, Green Bay Packers (1992-2008)

So long, and farewell. Everything I love turns to dust, in the end.

Most TD passes: 442

Most passing yards: 61,655

Most passing attempts: 8,758

Most wins by a starting QB: 160

Most consecutive starts, quarterback: 253 (275 including playoffs)

Most 3,000-yard passing seasons: 16

Most consecutive 3,000-yard passing seasons: 16

Most pass completions: 5,377

Most seasons with 30-plus TD passes: 8

Most consecutive games with a TD pass, postseason: 18

Most NFL MVP awards: 3

I haven't been this gutted about anything sport-related since Jonathan Davies went to League.

Monday, 3 March 2008

Journal Review.

Some interesting points in this week's Journal (yes, really)!

An interview with Paul Gimson, who taught me a few times in university, and is a thoroughly decent chap. However, he's wrong on this though, I think.

“The fact that patients now do not have to pay means they can appreciate the service pharmacists provide more clearly. That can only be a good thing for patients and for pharmacy.”

Wrong. In fact, giving out paracetamol and ibuprofen for free only serves to make pharmacists seem even more like shopkeepers.

There's also an early April Fool's joke, whereby students at Keele "university" get their own computer generated character to talk to throughout the degree course. Apparently, this will help students counsel patients. Call me old-fashioned, but in my day we, er, talked to patients! It all sounds a bit World of Warcraft to me, and no doubt there will be CGI characters with improbable breasts who go out digging for gold.

Full bizarreness here.

Interesting letter, full of kindness and compassion, from a Mr. Matousek. I rather suspect that he is a better pharmacist than I will ever be.

Mr. Gush is, once again, too busy trying to makes his sums fit to answer some simple questions.

Free prescriptions in England? Believe me you do not want it.

The Society of Quacks is doing something-or-other, I'm not sure what. Though quite why it needs to be reported in a supposedly scientific publication is beyond me.

Free access to journals! Hurrah!

Interesting article on extemporaneous dispensing. It claims that "around six extemporaneous preparations were dispensed per pharmacy per month in the UK" . I find that hard to believe, personally. I think I've done two in eighteen months, both for ephedrine nasal drops, and that doesn't really count. In fairness, it's something I'd like to see more of, but it's impractical to carry out in most pharmacies.

Job section: The usual propaganda crap from Boots and Tesco, that Bermuda job's there again, something going in the Orkneys which may be interesting, and something in Queensland.

Sunday, 2 March 2008

Scab! Scab! Hang him hang him hang him!!!

Against my better judgement, I did an all-day shift in one of those horrible, soulless, 100 hour supermarket pharmacies the other day. This is something I promised myself that I would never do.

So why did I do it? Essentially, because I can see the light at the end of the dank, grey, newspeak existence that is the tunnel of retail pharmacy. And I figure I may as well earn as much money as I can before I escape.

I can't wait to leave. I'm fed up of hearing brain-dead bigots complaining about Muslims taking over. I'm fed up of having to deal with 3000 different types of cough mixture, none of which work. I resent the way that Tesco and Boots seem to be taking over the entire world. I absolutely, positively cannot stand the ever-increasing tide of ridiculous legislation that does nothing but prevent me from doing my job properly.

Honestly, what is the point of having a pharmacy open for 100 hours? Anything after, say, 7pm should be for emergencies only, by which I mean things like diamorphine, antibiotics for kids and the elderly and anything else that absolutely, positively can't wait until the next morning.

They should not be used so that I can see invisible skin complaints at 9pm, or trying to persuade people to stop wasting their money on Nurofen in a shiny box when the bog-standard stuff does the same job for tuppence.