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Doctor, Doctor…

Yes, I know I’m spoiling you after three posts yesterday and one today already, but I had to share this snippet with you. 

(Incidentally, I’ve swapped back to the classic editor for this post as I wanted to add four links, to “three”, “posts”, “yesterday”, “today” and “snippet”. The first four are linking back to previous posts, but I can’t see an easy way to do this in the new editor.)

It amazes me that a doctor has been practising without qualifications for 22 years, but in a way I’m not surprised as she was a psychiatrist and I’ve always been suspicious of them as a profession.  It’s got to be the easiest type of doctor to impersonate as it’s all snake oil, smoke, mirrors and theories. I’ve never heard of a fake brain surgeon, for instance. (Apologies if any of my readers are psychiatrists and feel I’m belittling your hard-won professional qualification – but they would have discovered a bogus heart surgeon a lot quicker).

Having said that – there have been fake surgeons – read this if you want to learn more.

It’s a very interesting area, though as someone points out in a related article there are properly qualified doctors who are a dangerous liability, so it’s not just the imposters you have to worry about.

There have also been some properly qualified criminal doctors, as the case of local boy Harold Shipman shows.

Fortunately, most doctors are qualified, competent and affable. (I thought I’d mention that in case any of mine are reading this. There are, after all, thousands of good doctors for every bad one that ends up in the papers, and, apart from that, you don’t want to mess with anyone who can order a prostate exam for you.)

Finally…

 Funny doctor memes

 

 

Book Review – A Pelican at Blandings

A Pelican at Blandings – P G Wodehouse

Paperback: 256 pages

Publisher: Arrow (2008)

ISBN-10: 0099514028

ISBN-13: 978-0099514022

I ordered this by accident just before Christmas – I’d meant to order a set of Jeeves and Wooster books to help me through the horror of the Festive Season but these arrived. It didn’t really matter because deep down I’ve always preferred Blandings to Wooster – the reason I’d ordered the Wooster books was because I thought I needed to to make more of an effort with them.

Anyway, here we are, Blandings Castle, where the sun always shines and the twentieth century seldom intrudes. This is the real deal, for despite my admiration of Timothy Spall, the TV adaptation was a grotesque parody.

You could say that the novel is also something of a parody, but in the hands of Wodehouse it avoids that pitfall and weaves a fresh story out of what is pretty standard Blandings fare. A formidable sister, an American millionaire and that renowned blister Alaric, Duke of Dunstable all conspire to make Lord Emsworth’s life a misery. At that point Gallahad Threepwood, younger brother of Emsworth, and one time member of the Pelican Club, enters the picture.

There are two plots to steal a (fake) painting, a couple of romances (one of which does not run smoothly), two imposters in the castle, an incident with the pig in the night, a certain amount of slapstick and a spot of blackmail. It takes a sure touch to navigate all that to a safe conclusion but yet again Wodehouse manages to dovetail the plot, tie up the loose ends and bring the book (the last of his Blandings novels) safely home.

I bought them to ease the pain of Christmas, but ended up reading several of them in hospital to ease the pain of various unfortunate incidents relating to cameras and tubing. It worked – they were a perfect antidote to my troubles. In fact I can’t see any circumstance that can’t be broghtened by a touch of Blanding therapy.

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Perfect light reading…