The Three Little Pigs
Once upon a time there were three little pigs, Kent, Dawn and Justice, and the time came for them to leave home and seek their fortunes.
Before they left, their mother told them “Whatever you do , do it the best that you can because that's the way to get along in the world.”
The first little pig, Kent, who was CEO of the UK Medicines Regulator, the MHRA, built his house out of straw because it was the easiest thing to do.
The second little pig, Dawn, who was the Minister of Health in the UK, built her house out of sticks. This was a little bit stronger than a straw house.
The third little pig, Justice, who represented Seroxat patients globally, built his house out of bricks.
One night the big bad wolf, otherwise known as GlaxoSmithKline or GSK, and who dearly loved to eat fat little piggies, came along and saw the first little pig in his house of straw. He said “Let me in, Let me in, little pig or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!”
“Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin”, said Kent the little pig.
But of course the wolf did blow the house in and ate the first little pig.
The house was destroyed and the MHRA infiltrated by the big bad wolf (GlaxoSmithKline)
The wolf then came to the house of sticks.
“Let me in ,Let me in little pig or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in”
“Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin”, said Dawn the little pig.
But the wolf blew that house in too, and ate the second little pig.
The house was destroyed and the Minister of Health became embroiled by the big bad wolf (GlaxoSmithKline)
The wolf then came to the house of bricks.
“Let me in , let me in” cried the wolf
“Or I'll huff and I'll puff till I blow your house in”.
“Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin” said Justice the pig.
Well, the wolf huffed and puffed but he could not blow down that brick house.
But the wolf was a sly old wolf and he climbed up on the roof to look for a way into the brick house.
The little pig Justice saw the wolf climb up on the roof and lit a roaring fire in the fireplace and placed on it a large kettle of water.
When the wolf finally found the hole in the chimney he crawled down and KERSPLASH right into that kettle of water and that was the end of the troubles for Justice with the big bad wolf.
The next day the little pig Justice invited his mother over . She said “You see Justice, it is just as I told you. The way to get along in the world is to do things as well as you can.”
The third little pig Justice, represented by Seroxat patients globally lived happily ever after.
The two pigs Kent and Dawn, whose houses were destroyed, both went away into the woods to lick their wounds.
The moral of this story?
Never mess with people whose lives you have fucked!
The irony of this story?
For years Seroxat sufferers have met with brick walls when asking questions to Pigs 1 & 2
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