I have always assumed that doctors are more or less the same as plumbers. That is, given any ten plumbers, two of them will be absolutely brilliant, six of them will stumblebum their way through each working day some of which will be successful and others a total disaster, and the final two should have been bricklayers because they don't understand the first thing about plumbing. Now, the trouble for us, apart from the illness or injury with which we are suffering, is that we cannot know for sure which of the ten we have ended up with. I repeat this homily constantly to the extreme irritation (and boredom) of my nice, middle-class friends who, suckers that they are, still worship at the feet of anyone with the letters 'MD' after their name. I view them all both balefully and suspiciously through cynical eyes until such time as they prove they know what they're doing.
Perhaps one of the few good things to result from the forthcoming doctors' strike is that more people will have their rose-tinted specs knocked off their silly noses and will come to the late realisation that these smooth-talking, we-know-better-than-you-about-everything, semi-educated but infinitely superior 'holy medical Joes' are, in fact, a bunch of greedy, blood-sucking, militant trade unionists who could teach Arthur Scargill a thing or two about bringing their country to its knees. These over-paid, sanctimonious shits will forfeit forever the latent goodwill of every patient forced to wait even longer than normal for treatment. How could any doctor turn away from a person requiring treatment? In my opinion, any doctor who goes on strike for any reason should be struck off instantly.
Needless to say, I make an exception to these strictures of every doctor who tells the BMA to get stuffed and ignores the strike.