Cool Beanz, as them youngsters exclaim.
According to that there BBC of a Saturday Morning, the Government have issued an edict to Nurses and GPs on curing the sick, needy and mental as fuck.
The solution?
Prescribe a book for them to read!
Yay! Free books! Typical - soon as I spend a million squids replacing about 80% of my books on Kindle, I could've wangled them all for free by pleading man-flu. or something.
However, I'm no expert, but I DO read a heck of a lot, and yet I'm still quite, quite mad. So I suspect this ain't gonna work.
Unless, of course, you're prescribing fap fiction to those "40over40" types.
Erectile dysfunction? I prescribe you the "Fifty Shades Of Hastily Adapted Badly Written Twishite Bollocks" Trilogy!
Insomnia? I prescribe Adam Mansbach's classic "Go The Fuck To Sleep". Audiobook version, read by Samuel "Fuckin' 'ell" Jackson.
Other than that, I can't see the point in prescribing literature. As if a read through of McBeth will save the obese from them "special glands" that force them to devour several McHorseBurgers, McVolcanicLavaApple Pies and umpteen McCakes and Chips.
Anyhoo, Da Yoof of Today can't even read or write, so how they even gonna read these marvellous tomes of universal panacea?
Actually, it turns out the BBC had somewhat exaggerated this Presciption Of Literature story.
Seems the advise is to prescibe literature... in the form of an explanatory leaflet about your condition.
So no change from usual then! What a let down.
Still, better than a let off...
...for which I prescibe Raymondo Briggs "When The Wind Blows [after a chicken tikka chilli masaala with onion bhajis, onion naan, onion rice and 2 pots of unrequested onion salad]"
