Quangoholics anonymous

BMJ 1996; 312 doi: (Published 13 January 1996) Cite this as: BMJ 1996;312:127
  1. 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 …

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