Street theatre 3

Script 3: two Politicians

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Politician A

I say, I say, I say. Did you hear the one about the Tories and the NHS?

Politician B

That’s a joke.

Politician A

Damn! You’ve heard it before.

Politician B

My constituents say that NHS is being privatised. I told them they were wrong, of course?

Politician A

Of course. Good lord, if our voters start thinking they know best, where  shall we all be?

Politician B

So it’s not being privatised?

Politician A

Of course it is. Do you know how much money is wasted in the public health service? Money which could go on golden handshakes, overseas tax havens, gambling on the stock market and back-handers to politicians like us.

Politician B

Are you talking about corruption?

Politician A

Absolutely. We’ve starved the NHS so long it’s dead and ripe as a blue cheese. A prime feast for Christmas bonuses. Have a mince pie.

 

SONG

(to the tune of 'God rest ye merry gentlemen')

 

God bless West Norfolk patients all

If they get sick today,

We taking beds from under you

And moving them away.

To stop the NHS from helping

All those who cannot pay:

Oh, we’re closing off theatres and wards,

Theatres and wards,

We’re closing off theatres and wards.

 

We’re taking the laboratory

Before this Christmas comes,

And then we’ll take the mortuary

To balance out the sums.

At last we’ll take the A&E,

And leave you with the crumbs:

Oh, we’re closing off theatres and wards,

Theatres and wards,

We’re closing off theatres and wards.

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