Went to Woodside Health Centre in Glasgow yesterday and there is me, the prodigal son, from just around the corner and down the road, and, despite my having not lived in the UK for a long, long, long time, I could have seen a doctor free of charge, if I had time, but I hadn’t and I returned to Munich today. Still, Nye Bevin’s “child”, the NHS, is a goodie and if it is not socialist Britain, it is, at least, a social Britain as we wait with bated breath for the “hype” man to keep his promises in the land of hope and gory accross the big pond. No chance of that happening with Congress already placing obstacles in his way and the media maverick, Bill Reilly, crowing, “President Obama and his gang cannot run thehealthcare industry, and they will create chaos if they try, the folks know this, and that’s why the president is taking a beating. He does not understand that freedom trumps ideological legislation.”(1) And freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose, except your, good health, your sanity, your life, of course, and it is nice to see mighty ‘Blighty’, at least, keeping that bit of alrighty and thank you Nye. Yes, my exophoric, my cultural reference, might have changed, might have “moved on” but there are some things that are just great back in the UK. For instance, the National Health System.