Tango With Antonio

As most people who know me know, I have a soft distracted unidirectional eye squint for Antonio Banderas. It has been around for years. As rumour has it, I was distracted briefly while looking at a poster of him and subsequently walked into a lamp post. My glasses flew off and in I trod on them. Of course, this is not the tale I told Specsavers that day. Those were the days when I had little in the way of oestrogen control. Things are a little better these days - but not much :). Only a few months ago, I was distracted by a Colin Firth poster and disaster struck.

As we have been talking about Lancashire NHS Trust and Dr India, I should say that I was severely distracted by Banderas again and ended up on the tramlines in my car. Yes, well! Save to say I had to rely on some fabulous firemen to save me. I have time for firemen. Lots of time. That is why it was excellent when the boys at Lancashire NHS Trust accomodation burned toast. Just to clarify something - boy doctors can't cook. If they try to make toast, the firemen usually arrive and in Blackpool they often did.

My main complaint these days is that the GMC fails miserably to hire the best looking barristers in town. It is also my argument that for the subs paid to them, each of us deserve quality - even me. We can't have any old riff raff floating into court. IT just isn't value for money.

Anyway, the above scene is the Tango from Take the Lead. Women will know what I mean about Antonio.