I hope this makes some kind of sense, or maybe it’s just my sense of humour.
(Dedicated to the memory of Wee Shug, a gentleman with dementia and impaired vision who I helped to look after in the 80s. Hugh taught me the value and importance of holism, which should underpin mental health interventions. All Hugh wanted was his daily dose of ‘fresh air’ so he could ‘hae a fag’ in the leafy hospital grounds and I enjoyed pushing him in his wheelchair, a reprieve from passively smoking the exhalations of 29 other men. One day Hugh displayed his assertive side to the bow-tied psychiatrist when denied his outing:
Hugh: Can I get ma fresh air?
Psychiatrist: Sorry, there isn’t enough staff today.
Hugh: Whit? Ya fuckin’ pantomime o’ a doctor ye.)
states the NHS Lothian poster.
‘From 1st of April 2015 all NHS
Scotland grounds will be
(Hugh’s voice in my head)
‘Aye – but will we be?
And by we, I mean us,
not them –
I’m naw April fool.’