Many (many) moons ago, I was a travel rep in Spain, which was not then a member of the EU/EC/EEC or whatever it was then called. I remember having to go to the hospital in an ambulance as translator with some poor client who’d been taken ill. I’ve never forgotten that when we arrived, the driver asked for payment or proof of insurance before he’d offload her. When we became one big, happy Euro family, the EHIC card arrived and ensured you’d at least get through the sliding doors, even with a pre-existing condition. Looks as though, from 31st December, it’ll be full circle. But I guess our NHS will be able to save a few bob by tit-for-tatting and refusing to treat those pesky Johnny Foreigners. Every cloud.
“A ‘no-deal’ Brexit will be devastating”
I quoted Overheard Bloke in the Gym Changing Room not long after the referendum: ‘We should say ‘You’ve had your last cheque, Merkel’, close the borders, job done!’ If we’d followed his sage advice rather than fannying around for four years, we’d have been through the...
