Quangoholics anonymousBMJ 1996; 312 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.312.7023.127 (Published 13 January 1996) Cite this as: BMJ 1996;312:127
- James Owen Drife
This is the story of an ordinary doctor. Like you or me. Let us call him Jack, though that is not his real name. A few years ago Jack was a useful member of our profession, with a wife, children, and a respected position. Life was good. Then someone—Jack can't remember who—offered him his first quango.
It seemed a small thing at the time. A few papers to read. The occasional trip to London. Where was the harm in that? After all, he had been working a little too hard recently. He felt he was getting into a rut and craved …