The Modern High Street Pharmacy

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Today I was in Manchester City Centre. I rarely venture there nowadays, but I had to go for one thing and another.

Anyway, as I have recently had some stuff done with my teeth, I decided to get some Co-Codamol for the nagging gnashers. Ibuprofren and Asprin are banned due to the kidney situation.

I go to the big Superdrug opposite what used to be Piccadilly Gardens (today filled with big police vans). At the pharmacy department I ask the ethnic behind the counter for the painkillers. What does he say? ‘We’ve just closed for lunch mate’.

I looked a the clock and said ‘But. it’s quarter to three. In the bloody afternoon.’ The bloke says ‘But we worked through the normal dinner hour’. I said ‘That is not my problem. And anyway, so people who turn up when you are not supposed to be working get served. While those wo turn up at a normal decent time dont’? What sort of bloody cock eyed system is that?’ And, I can guess at what sort of people they were. See the end of this cunting.

He wasn’t having it and insisted that they were ‘closed’. While the rest of the store was open and full of customers.

I also noticed how he served an African woman blabbering Wakka Wakka into her phone about a minute before he decided to ‘close’. Could have let me have what I needed too, but no. Naturally, the Drink It In De Congo didn’t pay for her prescription. It stank of preferential treatment.

One can’t even get served at a normal time and during what should be official opening hours. Good job there’s a Boots three doors down. Superdrug? Supercunts, more like it.

No link, just cunts.

Nominated by : Norman

110 thoughts on “The Modern High Street Pharmacy”

  1. The NHS has sent me a box asking me to send them a blob of shite.
    The cheeky bastards are always on the tap.

    says its for bowel cancer but they probably sniff it in a bag while touching themselves.
    NHS is full of ducky types.

    And if i did have bowel cancer theyd expect me to have some fuckin umbongo treat me,
    or some jihadi cunt.

    fuck off.
    go bottle your own shit an leave me alone.

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    • I’ve been through all that, Mis, putting shite samples in advent calendar’s even though it isn’t Christmas. When you get to my age it stops and they get you ready for the scrap heap when other such tests are no longer necessary. Even though I shall be having a blood test next week, due to me being on the verge of jaundice.

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      • its outrageous Sammy.

        im meant to pop it in the post.
        in Summer.
        poor postman carrying a sack full of turds.
        flies buzzing round him.

    • If you’re having the same tests I mentioned, remember them sending me a silver cased envelope to make it more protected from damage.

      I would think to myself about people who worked at these medical labs and if they played games by guessing who had sent shit with any particular foods they detected, besides other things that came to mind.

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      • ill send them a swab of dogshite see what they make of that.

  3. I think Chief Constable Alexis Boon of Hampshire police must be a bigger pencil necked dweeb than Mark Rowley of the Met. No wonder the ethnics think they can run rings around these fannies.

    Keep your powder dry LL, tomorrow’s nom will allow all to vent their spleens – NA.

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    • A good call. I never saw Dr Feelgood but did see Wilko Johnson in Warrington one night when he was accompanied on bass by Norman Watt Roy. Glen Tilbrook turned up and put in a brief cameo appearance. A night to remember and RIP, Wilko.

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      • Saw Wilko once with Roger Daltrey. Rog was on top form, as was a then very ill Wilko. Both would have been great together on a more permanent basis and in better circumstances.

      • Blimey, Norm, that was one not to miss.
        I enjoy seeing old stagers nowadays just as much as I did in their heyday. Sadly, a lot of them are falling or have already fallen off the stage.
        I won’t be a big headed twat and bore you with a list of names but would just say that I’ve seen nobody surpass Geno Washington for sheer entertainment and the only one who ever came across as a bit of a cunt was the very talented but something of an arsehole Steve Howe.
        Rock on, Norm.

      • …and thanks to you too, Norm. I’ve only looked at the first 20 or so seconds but it seems good so I’ll watch it all later when the Mrs is at the far end of the garden grubbing up some new spuds fer me tea. I’m waiting until it starts to rain before I send her out.

  5. Why is it I wonder when the ethnic population of GB is:

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Asians

    The indigenous white population is treated with such disdain by the people who are in control of this country..

    A point is coming where this will not be tolerated anymore..!

    We will reclaim GB and those who are responsible for this situation will be held to account…!

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  6. Norman
    I posted a comment addressed to you about my recent experiences with painkillers but it appears to have disappeared into the ether. No idea why, maybe Admin will know. Anyway hope you’re all sorted out now.

    I found it in the Spam queue. No idea why it ended up there. We’re constantly spammed (sometimes 100s of spam posts per day) so monitoring that queue for legit posts is…erm…challenging. Still, yours was fairly close to the top and easy to spot. It’s live now. Ta – NA.

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  7. What I find astonishing is the amount of drugs some of these enrichers seem to need. Last time I was into my local chesmists, some fat foreign woman was blabbering away on her phone in some horrible, curry type language. The chemist says “you don’t pay for your prescriptions do you?”, “No!”

    She is in there so often that the staff already know who she is, and of course, she isn’t paying for her family’s medicine, we who work are. The chemist then passes her this massive bag – like it contained an Indian takeaway banquet for eight people. Fuck me, don’t they bother with health checks before allowing these useless people in to sponge off our welfare state?

    On another occasion, I went to a tesco pharmacy suffering with a bloody awful cold. I wasn’t getting any sleep so not recovering from it. What I needed was Night Nurse, because it helps suppress the symptoms and aids sleep. This geeky little bitch behind the counter, who was in her 20s, subjected me to all these questions and then at the end said, “I can’t sell this to you I’m afraid, you don’t have the required symptoms”. I was shocked. “What are you on about? It’s Night Nurse. Paracetamol in green liquid. Just give me it!” Fucking little cow was trying to condemn me to another night of misery.

    I ended up storming out of there, then had to drive all the way across town to a Boots. They sold it to me without hesitation and with a smile, even offered me their own brand, cheaper version. Checking the reviews of the tesco one later, numerous people complained about the Night Nurse nonsense. What an idiot!

    Typical namby pamby, white-people-last UK. You can’t do anything without permission or getting tangled up in Nurse Ratshit nanny state red tape. I’ve been abroad before and self prescribed myself anti biotics and been given them by chemists. No questions asked, problem solved. No stupid doctors involved.

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    • Exactly Nimrod.

      When I was in that Manchester Superdrug store. Just before the cunts shut ‘for lunch’ at 2:45pm (!)…. Some ugly woman swinger of the trees was yaddering loudly her ‘language’ on her expensive phone. And, when she was asked if she paid for her prescription (why fucking even bother asking them any more? We all know the answer), the African minger then blurted out her only English words…. ‘No. Uneeversal Credeet!’ The crawly arselick ethnic pharmacy staff just accepted this, without one iota of evidence or proof. Of course, the fuck behind the counter went out of his way to serve the Queen of Tonga. Yet an old(ish) white and English cunt like me, who has worked and paid in all his life and who merely wanted a box of Co-Codamol? Oh dear me, no. It would have taken but seconds and it was in legal opening hours. As Chuck Heston said to Maurice Evans at the end of Beneath the Planet of the Apes….. You bloody bastard…

      Thing is, she will be but one. There will be hundreds – nay, thousands – who are pulling this shit. Arrive here, do fuck all, breed like bunnies, refuse to adapt or integrate, never done one stroke of work ever. Yet these burlack b’stards get all the perks and live on easy street. They also benefit from an NHS they have never paid into and never will. Unfortunately, ‘specialist’ (i.e: bent) doctors and lawyers aid and abet these fuckers. These sods don’t even have to fill in any paperwork, as it is done for them. And, these cunts know all the tricks, all the dodges, and they have the race card ready to pull out if they want to. Dirty devious opportunists and pure predators. They have sucked our NHS and our system dry. Fucking bastards.

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      • The Tesco pharmacy in Prestwich also employs a young brain dead bimbo, Nimrod. And, you can tell she is not used to hard work or using her brains..

        One time, when he was still alive but very ill, I went in ther and asked her for some suppositories as my old man was bunged up. She looked both blank and squeamish and squeaked ‘We don’t have any’. I could tell on the spot that the daft slag didn’t even know what they were. I complained to the store manager about this bitch, and, of course, they did have some. Loads of them, in fact. I also got he excuses, she’s young and all that crap. Young or not, you are supposed to be qualified and knowledgeable to work behind a pharmacy counter. Both things she obviously is not. Probably someone high up’s daughter, or she is giving certain bosses blowjobs. Fucking daft tart.

  8. Ah, the chemist jobsworth who thinks they’re Hitler…

    When you go in there, ask for something that’s completely legal to buy.
    You get ‘Who are they for?’ ‘What other medication are you on?’ ‘You do know that they can cause addiction?’ And other nosey, intrusive and downright snotty remarks and comments… One can tell they think are dealing with the lower orders and vermin.

    Last time it happened, I lost my shit with the bastard. I said ‘Do you buy booze at Christmas? Do you smoke? Do you vape? Do you go to McDonald’s? Do I lecture you how they are all bad for you?’ ‘Well, that’ my business’. Said the Pharmaceutical Fuhrer. ‘Well, this is mine.’ I snorted, ‘So fuck off.’

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  9. I was refused something in Boots, a couple of days ago.

    Told I needed a prescription.

    Bollocks, the stuff is available OTC.

    The reason I was refused was the bitchcunt serving had spent ages nattering to the person in front of me.

    While I stood there glowering 😡

    Fuck Boots.

    Good morning 👍

    PS. Anyone seen any politicians, celebrities or sports cunts taking the knee for Henry Nowak ?

    Anyone ?

    ( Silence )

    Come on now, don’t be shy….

    ( Tumbleweed blows through )

    Anybody ? Anybody ?

    Thought not.

    WLM.

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    • Silly bitch who lives on the next street, had a Chicken Floyd George sticker on her car. The ‘Help! I can’t breathe!’ one with his ugly chocolate mug on it.

      This daft cow (white, I am sorry to say) was full of BLM and Chiggen Pink Floyd during the lockdown period.

      All I asked her today was, ‘Ate you going to get a sticker with young Mr Nowak on it, with ‘Help me! I’ve been stabbed!’ on it?
      She said – straight up – ‘No. Why would I want one of those? It isn’t part of Black Lives Matter.’

      In a fucking nutshell…. We are F.U..K.T…. Fucked.

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