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
It’s been a very long time since I went into a chemist in the UK.
So long that one of the two near to my house was actually run by a white guy, so obviously I went there.
I remember being served by a young girl.
I wanted some headache pills.
She asked, “Have you ever had a headache before?”.
I told the stupid bint that I was married so of course I have had headaches before.
I also told her that the pills I wanted were off the shelf and non prescription.
It made no difference to her, she said that she must speak to the pharmacist before selling them to me.
I told her to shove the pills up her arse and that I would go and buy them from the Pákí up the road instead.
You are getting your arses ripped out with the price of pills in the UK.
I know that for a fact.
Whenever a member of Mrs Cunter’s family wants any medications she buys them at a chemist at the most a tenth of the price and sends them over.
That’s any medication in any quantity.
Some chemists here ask if you have a prescription and you just tell them that you have had the pills before.
If you have an old empty box of the pills then no questions are asked.
Good morning.
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Superdrug is owned by the same oriental dog munchers that own Northumbrian Water, Vodafone, Greene King and a whole host of other ‘British’ companies.
Boots is owned by Noo York private equity spivs.
Lloyds went tits up three years ago.
So I use a Tesco pharmacy or an independent one. I suggest you do the same Norm.
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@geordie….I use Tesco’s for my scrip and there’s one annoying crone who insists on opening the said bag and taking them all out and checking every label 😡 non of the others do it, I assume it’s because they’ve already been checked and verified beforehand 🤐 …but at least they always text when it’s ready for collection unlike boots who I’m afraid were the biggest pile of 💩 going hence my changeover…and anyway boots don’t sell ale 😂
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Boots don’t sell ale, but do you remember when they used to sell home brewing and wine making stuff Gelderd?
At one point my dad had a cellar full of home made wine courtesy of Boots. Completely undrinkable of course, but I’ve never known a better drain cleaner.
We never had to call out Dynorod.
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I use Tesco too
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Watch out, he’s got a knife!
Is now the assumption for every darkıe I see.
Add bud-bud ding-dings to the list of non-white scum infesting this country that should be deported.
I always thought that Indians were slightly less cunty than pakıs and nıggeŕs; clearly not.
The smelly brown bastards.
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Same here, Thomas.
I’ve always viewed Indians as hard working and largely welcoming people.
Some could argue that this was a one off, but the whole family were involved in one way or another.
Maybe they’re Indian do as you likey’s or something.
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Surprise to me as well lads. Amongst the various types from the sub-continent that I’ve worked with over the years the Sikhs were far and away the most trustworthy and nearest to normal of the bunch. Dangerous to generalise I guess.
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Quite Thomas.
Let us not forget before “partition” the whole heaving mass of dung that makes up the Indian subcontinent were all the same.
Just because some cunt gave them their own country,and further back in time,their own mad religions doesn’t mean they are in any different from one another.
They are all wôgs,dirty foul devious back stabbing wôgs.
Good morning.
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wasn’t the cunt known as Viceroy Mountbatton/bottom?
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They are really no different any more. They look the same, smell the same & behave the same, take over properties & turn them into corner shops the same. One of these despicable specimens has just broug my local pub that I have been using for 44 years, it will soon be a Londis Convenience Store. It’s the second time he’s done this in my area.
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Sikhs are ok. This was a one off cunt. The local Sikhs will cut the cunts off.
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that’s my thoughts, too, CC.
I don’t know if Sikhs have an equivalent of excommunication but I bet the family are ostracized.
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Why do pharmacists have to be two foot higher than their customers.. what’s under that raised floor?
A sex dungeon or wine cellar..
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The raised counter is there to fool you, Barry, to make you think anything passed down is better for you.
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It’s because they are all on better drugs than we are.
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It’s just as well you didn’t go in there for some suppositories Norm.
The cheeky sod would probably have told you to stick them up your arse.
Alright, I’m leaving.
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Morn Norman,
The best over the counter painkillers for me are Panadol Extra. Get the red box which have 500mg of paracetamol and 65mg of caffeine. The fastest acting ones you can get.
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Sevradol 20mg.
The pink pills because they work quicker.
Also known as Morphine.
“Have you got a prescription?”
No, but I’ve had them before.
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Sevredol, Artful.
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Don’t work on the shitihad.
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It’s the waiting that really gets to me. My prescription drugs are rarely ready when I call in, in an attempt to pick them up. There will always be about five of them all dithering about. “Did you phone up to see if it was ready?” That’s a good one. “No I didn’t,” I thought it would be by now, it was put in a week ago.” So that means another fifteen long minutes if I am prepared to wait.
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Being on a repeat prescription for cardiac medication I’ve had some experience with pharmacies. (We called them “the chemist’s” when I was young.) I found the worst service was normally at the high street outlets. I gave up the branch of Rowlands attached to the GP surgery because I couldn’t tolerate the snotty off-hand manner in which they treated customers. My sister had identical experience at their branches a hundred miles up the country so I can only assume it’s their standard business model. I use Tesco’s now. They have long convenient opening hours and close for lunch at a set time. Go to their counter first and announce myself, whizz round and do the shopping, return to their counter where my prescription is now bagged and labelled and ready to go.
Our elder once asked me to pick up Co-codamol while I was there.
“Are you taking any other medication?”
“Its not for me, its for my daughter.”
“Is she over eighteen?”
“She’s thirty-five and she’s a doctor.”
Cue laughter amongst the customers within earshot.
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Pharmacies are a massive pile of cunt. Always full of dossers wanting their methadone. Notice how they get served first or they will smash the place up, innit?
Of course darquies get served quickly in case they start shouting “Raycist”.
The useless lazy lardie tubs always take an age opening and closing drawers while tutting. Your prescription, which costs a fucking small fortune, is so much bother to sort out.
They do deliveries too, but beware – the deliveroos might take your drugs and leave an empty bag on your doorstep. Better off getting something from the chemist in the hoodie who hangs around near the park. Cheaper too. Fuck off.
Good morning, everyone.
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Boots deliver my repeat proscription because the tablets are followed with crates of Fortisip protein drinks in lots of lovely flavours, all for free. One tiny bottle costs about £3 each.
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They’re worth a fortune to bodybuilders, Sammy.
My mum used to be prescribed them by the case and hated them.
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Besides all the fruit I buy, the Fortisip drinks are the only sweetener I take to avoid cake, biscuits and toffee that aren’t good for me.
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The last time I recall bring in a chemist is 2000 or 2001.
I take absolutely nothing for anything. A cast on a broken limb is a must otherwise “It’ll pass” is my motto. It might take me WITH it, but one way or another it’ll be gone in a few days. Took 2 paracetamol a few years ago. That’s about it.
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I tell a lie. About a decade ago, one of my critters needed a med for something. Vet said the company that make the stuff for dogs, make the same med for humans. Same active ingedient, same fucking percentage, … €4.50 for the human version, 7 times that for the animal version. So she made a chrmist prescription for the human one.
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Reminded me of the film “The Man Who Could Cheat Death” with Anton Diffring, who treated his doctor like shit, only for him to get his own back. The end is hilarious with Anton receiving every illness he avoided throughout his entire life in one brief moment.
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I mentioned before that I worked in a situation where one of my (male) co-workers was an out and out fucking hypochondriac.
And it was WEAK trait, to see in an adult man, to me. I vowed never to be like that cunt.
Hadcl a metal plate plumbed-in a few years back to keep arm and hand joined together. Hammer, chisel, saw, drill etc. Signed myself out 2.5 hours later, didn’t bother with pain meds.
That, it turned out. wan’t the cleverest move but hey! .. ‘What don’t kill ya make you more strong’
Besides debilitating strokes, presumably.
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MAKE BRITAIN WHITE AGAIN..!
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I’m now prescribed medical marijuana and the pharmacy that deal with the prescription are bloody brilliant.
Order today and it will be delivered tomorrow before 13.00 by royal mail.
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All my tablets are white, except for the iron ones that are dark brown. I think they’re that colour for a laugh. After a good old shite, I like nothing better than to pull the chain on my black turds, to flush the bastards away.
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‘Have you had these before’
‘Yes’
OTC non prescription medicines are power trips for the pharmacist – cunts.
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Couldn’t run a village bring and buy sale
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And what’s with the proving your address out loud so all and sundry can hear you, I’m getting my details laminated so I can flash it like a warrant card, I’m the sweeney son put your pile cream on, pull your trousers up and give me my meds. Then fuck off.
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Years ago I was queuing in a chemist’s in a small Scottish town. I was at the back of about half a dozen Jocks crammed together, only inches apart, like tartan sardines when the bloke at the front asked the chemist whether he had anything for head lice.
I’ve never seen a queue disperse as quickly. Like Abduls finding a pound of belly pork in a mosque.
I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at them. Hoots fucking mon.
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The nit nurse did him no use at school.
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Nowadays the kids are more likely to pick up Ebola or Bilharzia from their classmates.
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Visiting the pharmacy is a test of patience, always a long queue that moves v e r y s l o w l y because for each customer they take the prescription slip and then disappear out the back of the shop, leaving the counter unattended. Then, after an age has passed, they re-appear and tell you to come back in 20 minutes. So you have to queue again.
Fuck that, I use pharmacy2u, delivered by post and no issues so far.
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What is this fabled high street you speak of?
And whats a pharmacy?
Here on the islands theres no such thing as either, you need a prescription you get it from the doctor (who doesnt have a receptionist trying to stop you and gives you an appointment which could be anywhere from half an hour to the next morning).
Repeat prescriptions you get by phoning aforementioned helpful receptionist and she will hand it over to you next day for free with a smile, no forms or signature required.
Its almost like all the country could be like, helpful staff who knows you by name, seeing babies grow into kids into STD cases into parents.
Yer pretty fucked as a tourist wanting a prescription right enough, back of the queue to temporarily register to see doctor, its that or a pack of paracetamol from Co-op.
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And, this lot are even worse.
North West Ambulance Service (NWAS) are cunts. This is for the poor bugger who waited and waited and waited on Monday (hello Malcolm). Even though he booked them officially and properly. Good as gold. The bloke in question is older than me, unsteady on his pins, and has an elderly wife at home.
I got out of surgery at 5pm (running well behind as always). As I waited for the usual things (discharge sheet, meds, drugs to wear off, a cuppa, the Mrs and the car), I saw this whole thing as it happened. Took the nurse an entire hour to get through to them, Not engaged, they just did not answer. It rang and rang (we all heard it, as the ward was quiet). Nurse finally gets through and gives them this gentleman’s given reference number (ambulance was booked properly last week). Two hours past, nothing. Three hours, still nothing. Nurse phones them again (once more, a long wait), they tell her they ‘couldn’t find’ where they were supposed to pick him up. The same place they dropped him off at 9.00 am. By 9pm, this poor lad is still there and getting stressed out. Suddenly they don’t know where to locate surgical admissions. Then, to add insult to injury, they attempt to cover themselves. Phoning his family, saying they came for him, but he wasn’t there and the place was locked up, An out an out lie. Didn’t occur to them he also called his home, and the nurse also spoke to his family (from a still open ward, to confirm their lies). The nurse in charge said that this lying is commonplace. That after 5pm they simply can’t be bothered to pick up patients and just want to knock off. They know they have to ring the bell on the surgical admissions doors, but they simply chose not to (if they even turned up). It has echoes of On The Buses…
‘Ere, Jack. It’s just gorn five in the afternoon, mate. Shall we knock orf?’
‘Yeah, Stan, They’re only sick patients. Lerrem walk ‘ome (Cackle)’.
I eventually left the hospital and the poor sod was still there . I , he, and the staff watched those entrance doors from 5pm to 9pm. Nobody came there, no bell rang. There were several witnesses to this, and the person who scared his wife with that call was also probably spun a yarn by those who have let him and the nursing staff down. It also begs the question. Why phone his home and not phone the actual ward if you think it ‘isn’t open’? All of a sudden they don’t know how to open the doors of an admissions ward the have been to many times? Pull the other one, They know full well it is not closed from 5 to 9pm. So, all this it was closed vs we couldn’t find it reeks of inconsistency as well as dishonesty.
Obviously, not all of them are like that. But trust poor Malcolm to get the ones that can’t be arsed and knock off at 5 regardless. Even though he needs them and he officially booked them. I saw his letter. A promise to bring him there and take him home after. Yeah right.
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Hi Norman, you will have that DCI Cuntley after you if you are not careful!
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Maybe, Twenty. But it happened. And, the nurse in charge said it wasn’t the first time either. After 5pm, they just won’t cooperate and suddenly the admissions ward vanishes like some Twilight Zone moment. I just felt sorry for the lad. He was no migrant ponce or grifter. And he booked them well in advance. But I swear nobody disturbed those doors. Also, phoning his wife to tell her he ‘wasn’t there’, but not phoning the actual ward to see if he was (because he was)? Iffy as fuck. And it happened like that, end of.
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Oh and hello Twenty Thousand.
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Sack the fuckers, give them shit references and cancel their pensions. Cunts.
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Never go to the huge Boots at the Fort on Cheetham Hill Road near Christmas.
Crammed, fucking jammed with treeswingers all ‘wantin da pra-scrip-tion’. None of them paying for it, of course.
Same goes for the blood test waiting area at Crumpsall Hospital. 400 people in there. Only 7 (seven!) were white and English, including me.
In a Frankenstein like way, the monster has been given life. Now it is beyond control.
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Time to deport them all
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I was also born in a busy Crumpsall Hospital a year before the war ended.
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Doubt whether there were any darkles at the time.
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OT. Rodney has denied that there is two tier policing in this shithole called he UK.
He also claims Henry Nowak’s family don’t want his murder to be ‘exploited’.
Which is Starmer Speak for let’s pretend nothing ever happened.
What a smear of slime. What a spineless gutless cunt.
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I don’t get this thing of not fomenting hate and anger that you hear from the relatives of a murder victim Norman. Sometimes they even say they forgive the murderer. I would be hoping that in jail he would suffer crippling injury and excruciating pain, sprayed with hot fat or bleach in the eyes perhaps. I saw Starmer’s denial of two tier policing on the telly at lunch time in response to Nigel who was subject to the MPs around him trying to shout him down. Scumbags. Starmer was pontificating on the telly last night as well. I confess I gave such a scream of disgust and revulsion that the cat took fright and ran out of the room.
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The government put pressure on the families, to tow the line.
That’s why they all preach forgiveness and hope not hate..
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I agree, Tommy has played right into their hands. I sometimes wonder, is he put there by the government? To keep this far right thing going?
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I see the narrative has suddenly been adjusted after last nights protests.
Now the fatso’s are victims.
11 injured, allegedly, and one officer receiving death threats (allegedly).
Now, I’ve got a fair bit of time for Tommy Robinson (real name, blah, blah, etc) but turning up last night was politically naive.
The government and the BBC immediately used his presence as proof of ‘far right’ agitation. Not that it would have necessarily stopped them if he hadn’t been there, but now the narrative has been hijacked by the love not hate brigade.
Use your head a bit more, Tommy.
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Starmbot is a weak puddle of piss
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Still, on the bright side…
Arsenal donating used socks to a horseand donkey sanctuary, you couldn’t make this up if you tried 🫏🤣🚮.
But straight up, they are doing this. Nice to know they are taking care of old players from the George Graham era…
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https://pbs.twimg.com/media/HJz1A3ZWUAEwCHz?format=jpg&name=large
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All players are wearing babies socks, without any room for shin pads.
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I wonder…..
Will the FA or Premier League be urging players to take the knee for young Henry Nowak next season or at this year’s World Cup?
Cue tumbleweed and whistling wind. Then nothing……
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I’d give the bastards a kneecapping.
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You know they won’t Sammy.
Henry was white. Therefore meaningless in their eyes.
No car stickers, T-Shirts, candles, protests or knee taking for him.
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No burning cars, looting or rampaging in general either.
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The Harry Enfield rude Chemist is brilliant. “Here’s your Penile warts cream Mr Jones”…….”Meeeeeennnnaaaaas, can you pass me Mrs Jones vaginal herpes cream”.
It’s like that now at our surgery if you’re lucky enough to get in within 3 years. “What’s the issue please?” asks the Receptionist who thinks she’s the main Doctor of Medicin Son Frontiere. “Busted piles” is my reply. Whatever happened to just seeing the fucking Doctor and telling him the issue?
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When Monty Python’s Flying Circus was in its prime from 1970…
John Cleese as the mouthy chemist.
‘Who’s got the boil on the bum? Boil on the botty?’
‘Who’s got wind?’
‘Who’s got the chest rash? (fit bird with big tits) Need a bigger bottle.’
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I think the boil on the bum, was the only one standing.
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Hi Norman,
I’m laughing at you putting on the twin brother face. I’ve only the one at the moment.
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Hello Sammy.
The Spanish Inquisition outside St Paul’s Cathedral…
‘I use two kinds of aftershave lotion. Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh… Three kinds of aftershave lotion….’
The Python lads always had an eye for a fit bird. As well as the lovely Carol, there were plenty more.
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im not on medication.
nowt.
havent been the doctors in years apart from when i ate raw chicken.
I used to like going the chemists with my gran when i was a kid.
Lucozade was medicinal then.
in orange foil on the bottle.
Then that chimp Daley Thompson promoted it as a sports drink and ruined it.
i self medicate.
broken bone, severe sprain- whisky.
Bit lethargic- orange juice.
i dont like doctors
i dont like popping pills.
THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH ME.
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Weird that Lucozade commercial, Miserable.
Daley Thompson and Iron Maiden.
Then, that gibbering goon (I said goon) John Barnes advertised it.
We only got Lucozade in the 70s when we were ill. It was classed as medicine and had that yellow cellophane on the bottle.
https://thumbs.worthpoint.com/zoom/images2/360/0615/18/vintage-lucozade-pop-soda-energy_360_56cb096c32fd2511bc7d25a68b1c2f00.jpg
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was a good advert really Norm,
and bet Iron Maiden made a fortune off the back of it.
But i preferred it when it was medicine.
Not something for tracksuit clad PE teachers but for the sickly, the hypocondriac and the lead swinger.😃
id beg my gran for some!
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My high school PE teacher, Miserable. Awwww…..
Miss Kendall. Looked like a Page 3 Pin Up. We once did trampolining. Miss K did us a demo. Bouncing up and down. She then said, ‘Did you get that?’ One of us said ‘ Can you please do it again, Miss.’ I can still see her now.
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I completely agree with your view Mis. I’m on regular meds since my heart attack as I want to stay around as long as possible, but before that event I avoided taking anything as far as possible. I confess though once when I’d pulled my back I woke about 3 am in severe pain. I could not possibly have got off the bed and felt now I was really in trouble. My wife phoned the out-of-hours medics and they sent her to Stoke Mandeville to collect Tramadol. I took two and the effect was astounding. From my back playing me up for a week culminating in being unable to stand in fifteen minutes I was on my feet and in the shower and had no further problem.
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jeepers!
im not against people taking meds, and obviously some ailments are serious and need perscription drugs.
But ive never been seriously ill,
and most things you can treat yourself.
stings- vinegar
wound- honey
The dog has a bottle of Leucillin
for wounds and i sometimes use that.
good stuff.
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I’ll believe you, Hiawatha.
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Sorry, I should’ve said Little Plum.
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True Sammy.
I dont like taking pills unless i really have to.
Alth9ugh took some painkillers for a abcess when my face swelled up like popeye.
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Remember, Mis, you’re only a whippersnapper at the moment, compared to me.
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If you think thats bad you should see what Jamie Oliver done to it with his sugar tax.
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Hi Norman, I didn’t know you can get Co-Codamol without a prescription. I’m glad they work for you. I was on them for years until their effectiveness wore off. They then tried me on Pregabalin which didn’t work, then Gabapentin which also didn’t work, it just put me to sleep. Next came Nefopam and I don’t recommend this, it made me feel worse than I’ve ever felt in my life and needless to say didn’t do a damn thing for the pain. Then i was prescribed Amitriptyline which also had no effect.
I’ve ended up having to use Sevodyne pain patches which are reasonably effective but I also have to take Metoclopramide pills to stop me feeling sick, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to keep my meals down.
Happy days.
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It seems to me these chemist’s are missing a trick..
I recall going into the one in my village and was served by a stunning blonde who sold me some painkillers that were 12 quid!
See?
If it had been a paki I’d have told them to fuck off.
It appears that nobody has told the pakis that seem to run most chemist’s that nobody likes pakis.
Perhaps they get some sort of tax relief for being cunts?
I hope not.
Free Prescription Oven.
Good afternoon.
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My local pharmacist – an Asian personage – is a right miserable cunt, Tez. He is also a liar who comes it.
Has always told me that it’s a seven day wait for my prescription, or any prescrition.
So, I asked at the practice next door. The bird there said ‘Don’t know what he’s telling you that for. The wait for anyone is no more than 72 hours. Three days.’ She also gave me official signed paperwork confirming this.
So, I shall wave this in the cunt’s face next time he lies through his teeth. Why can’t any fucker just do their job properly? Some cunts have been on the make and coming it ever since Covid.
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Tie the paperwork round a brick and chuck it through his window.
Then phone the pígs and tell them he called you a wôg.
That should cure the cunt.
Your health sir.
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