Peter Rhodes on badgers, cancer and the ultimate boast: 'I was there'
According to a report by the King's Fund think-tank, the NHS spends less on health care than many developed nations and has worse outcomes for life expectancy and cancer survival. But who's to blame?
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That's an easy question. When something goes right with our health service, we praise the good ol' NHS. When anything goes wrong, we blame the Government.
Meanwhile, the NHS has launched a programme to detect lung cancer sooner. It will target smokers and former smokers, which makes statistical sense.
But as even the most fervent anti-smokers admit, we can't blame all lung cancers on fags. Cancer Research UK tells us: “Some people who get lung cancer don’t smoke . . . up to 14 per cent of people with lung cancer in the UK have never smoked.”
There is nothing fair about the Big C.
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What is the correct pronunciation of the surname of the Wagner Group leader, Yevgeny Prigozhin? Simple; it rhymes with Krigozhin. Frankly, given the outlook for anyone who marches his soldiers on Moscow, it may not be worthwhile learning how to pronounce or even spell Prigozhin correctly (tip: it may be preceded with “the late”).
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According to some estimates, up to five million Americans shamelessly claim to have attended the original Woodstock rock festival in 1969, when the true figure was about 500,000.
I was reminded of that at the weekend as Elton John performed at Glastonbury to a crowd of about 200,000. When the great performer passes away, I wonder how many fans will get all wistful and tell us how they saw him live at Glasto '23. Millions, I bet.
As the Welsh comedian Max Boyce reminds us, there is no prouder claim than “I was there” - even if you weren't.
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If you believe everything you see on Springwatch (BBC), badgers are endearing, shy little chaps, to be filmed on infra-red cameras at dead of night.
In real life, out here on the urban fringe, badgers are cocky, confident bruisers who crash around mob-handed before it's even dark.
This year at Chateau Rhodes we grew a superb crop of sweet, succulent strawberries. The badgers ripped through the netting this week and devoured the lot. You were saying, Mr Packham?