Vernon Coleman

Meet the bloated, useless General Medical Council

It used to be little more than a clerk and a disciplinary committee; now it's a nest of power-hungry bureaucrats

2nd February 1939: German-born actress Lilli Palmer (1914 - 1986) has her temperature and her pulse taken by a doctor in a scene from Ian Hay's comedy 'Little Ladyship' at the Strand, London. (Photo by Sasha/Getty Images)
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