On Saturday morning, I had breakfast at Cameron House, Hotel, my local five star hotel. It may sound extravagant but it's part of my Make Poverty History campaign. I pay the bills myself, so it's a wee bit of self-indulgence. I reckon that some of the culture of the upmarket clientele might rub off on me. It has to be better than the riff raff that hang out at the new Costa in downtown Helensburgh.

Besides, Tam, the chef is a local lad from Old Bonhill and does the best mixed grill in the country.

The place was busy. All sorts of self-important folk rushing around looking important. Name tags, security badges, this looked like the big time.

I discovered later, just by chance, that it was a big pow wow between a charitable foundation and some high level folk from the NHS. There with the goal:- To Fix the NHS.

News flash to all participants:- Come 7th May, you are all looking for new jobs.

Whoever organised this waste of public money should buy a one way ticket to the banana republic of their choice.

Fixing the NHS does not start with a conference at a five star hotel, financed by the taxpayer.

Fixing the NHS begins when we take aff oor jaikits, roll up oor sleeves, get a bucket of hot water, a bottle of Dettol and a mop and get wired in.

I did ask Paula at reception if she had a list of the participants. She properly cited the Data Protection Act which prevents this important information getting into the public domain.

Public funds were used, the Freedom of Information Act applies.

I will hunt you down!