The fact that his notes said “nil by mouth” meant that he should’ve automatically had an intravenous drip feed. This was ignored. I’m not defending the hospital staff, for this gross incompetence.
Arthur (Or the Decline and Fall of the British Empire) - The Kinks. (An early concept album)
One of the first LP’s I bought and still as good today as it was back then. Haven’t listened to it for a while, but will now.
Broken hip, dementia, Down’s syndrome and difficulty swallowing so the odds were stacked against the poor guy. Guess he wasn’t able to communicate that he was hungry, but there’s no excuse for not feeding him intravenously. Shameful.
From Popbitch today;
>> Gregged on <<
A sticky situation
As Gregg Wallace has been flavour of the week, a short story from the cutting room floor of Masterchef.
You know those moments on the show when Gregg and John go up to contestants to ask questions while they're trying to cook...
I always remember what someone once told me about indispensability;
“You can stick your hand in a bucket of water thrash it about, create waves and splashes, but the size of how much you’ll be missed is the size of the hole left when you take it out”
Indeed. It's alarming that there is a significant percentage of the population saying "What's happening now is nothing, just wait until Labour gets in"