In spite of my three brothers and most of my golf partners being medics, and being married to a physio, I always regret airing reflections on our health services.
The former chancellor Nigel Lawson rightly claimed the NHS was the nearest thing we had to a religion, and heretical opinions tend to attract some fearsome fatwas.
As a parish minister, I spent a good deal of my career wandering round the wards of the Dundee hospitals and still retain an image of Hattie Jacques running things.
In a regiment, the colonel may think he is in charge, but everyone else knows it is the regimental sergeant major, and I do miss the sight of matron passing by in full sail.
I also believe things started to go irrevocably downhill when consultants stopped looking like Sir Lancelot Spratt and started to wear medical scrubs instead of morning dress.
(Dr) John Cameron