Today I’d just like to reiterate my comments here. As we celebrate the seventy-third birthday of the National Health Service, I still think it’s the only redeeming feature of the UK, especially at the moment. As a disabled man, I know that, whatever happens to me, whatever accidents I might have, I’m guaranteed world class healthcare irrespective of my ability to pay. Not only is that hugely reassuring, it is also a source of pride: I’m proud to live in a society which looks after it’s members like that. With that said, I would feel much more comfortable if the people who worked for the NHS got the pay rise they deserve, especially after this last year; and if there weren’t so many capitalist vultures circling, ready to carve the NHS up after Brexit.