I’m not a doctor, but I’m pissed off. We all should be. The most caring and intelligent people in our country are being slandered by the government, and the beating heart of the NHS – an institution so sacred to this country that Danny Boyle gave it a starring role in the Olympic opening ceremony – is under strain. It’s beating in the way it might in someone who is lying in intensive care after being beaten listless by thugs on a Saturday night, when, even on a Saturday night (or a Sunday!), there would be an overworked junior doctor – most likely a team of them – giving every shred they had to keep it alive. (Because, Jeremy, we already have a seven day service.) We need to do for the NHS what ANY junior doctor would do for us: we need to fight to keep it damn alive.

To the NHS, Jeremy Hunt’s imposed contract is cholesterol, and he’s serving it up as…