I am one of the least qualified, least skilled and lowliest paid doctors in my hospital. My days are spent searching for missing heaps of patient notes, running errands and chasing up blood test results. I am a "junior house officer", a useful but dispensable cog in a vast machine.
Had I lived little more than 150 years ago, I would have worked during daylight and gone to bed when it was dark.
''The crucial question for the Chancellor in this critical period will be how far he can retain his nerve and his logic at a time when the nation has been blowing a gasket." So wrote the New Statesman in a cover story in 2000 when fuel protesters were holding the country to ransom.