Nope, Nope, Nope! The first world famous topic is not bringing you some boring stories about Westminster, St. Paul's or whatever. It's about the world famous, unreachable and simply fantastic National Health System (sarcasm involved here...). Short NHS. Yay, I am finally a complete resident of the UK - two legs, two arms, a di..., head, eyes AND NHS Number. I'm registered. Finally. Went to my local GP (der Allgemeinartzt auf deutsch...) left my passport number, my phone number, some other details, and off we go. Waiting 45 minutes to speak 5 minutes to a nurse who took my weight, asked me about my drinking habits (5 pints per evening or so...), reminded me to eat healthy (loads of crisp... that still confuses me: chips are called "crisps" and freedom fries "chips"...no Pommes chips then...), calculated a ridiculously high BMI (I'm overweight....please, hello. I mean, I know, i don't have a six-pack, but overweight?), gave me a "Diet plan for men" (fruits = good, sugar = bad, wowww!) and said good bye. That's it. And here we go with the amateur transplant:
But for today's lyrics one of my favourite songs from one of my favourite bands:
You are one of God's mistakes,
You crying, tragic waste of skin,
I'm well aware of how it aches ,
And you still won't let me in.
Now I'm breaking down your door,
To try and save your swollen face ,
Though I don't like you anymore,
You lying, trying waste of space..
Placebo - Song to Say Goodbye
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if we were not friends already, I'd say I found another great friend!
love your blog - it makes me laugh, keeps me informed, lets me see london thru your eyes, and well, it makes me laugh at all the sarcastic and funny remarks/links/xy!
thnx, and keep blogging :-)
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