Wanton self-gratification ensues but, I'm stroking my own e-go here - move on and do not read unless you're easily unimpressed by some corporate robot feeling good about having run through the right rat-tunnels to impress the scientists
So it appears that the Prime Minister had a conversation with the Secretary of State for Health and said "Patricia - I'm going to hold a "Thank You" reception at No 10 Downing Street for the people who've made the biggest contribution to the National Health Service in the last year. Who should I invite"
And it also appears that Patty's response was along the lines of "Obvious! Teh n0bst3r, N00b!"
So Nobby gets the security briefing (passed, duUuh), the calligraphed invitation is sent out, and Nobby is going for dwinkies with his Tonyness (and Cherie) at their house in t3h L0nd0n.
While I spend time deploring Tony bLiar's foreign policy, I now realise that my principles are cheap, and I'm feeling quite chuffed at getting an invite to No 10. (For unedjamacated yanquis, that's the UK's equivalent of the Oval Office).
I'm aware that this is an utter sell-out on my part, but I'm genuinely quite excited at meeting the PM and seeing his house.
See, I warned you it'd make you want to punch me in the throat for smugness and overt boasting, but I feel Speshul