I have to to say, despite all the joking etc ... that when I had to call on the SGI services, I got sorted. And the physiotherapy dept got both my knees (damaged in 1968 and 1982) working with full bend which they certainly didn't have before. I only visited them for
'casualty' events wherein I was putting Newton's Laws of Motion to the test and discovering that Newton truly was a f****** smart arse.
Also, my Gran (Clay side) and my Mum (Ryan side) were both nurses who worked there at one time in their careers. So, although the building was a bit old and dinghy, I am not knocking the staff in any way whatsoever.
I also remember getting bitten by a dog on the Rec when I was a kid and my Uncle racing me down to the SGI on the back of his bike (I think an old Royal Enfield single) where they gave me a jab right into my thigh, which I vividly remember to this day. (The bike ride alone was traumatic.)
So for all its
'warts an all' I was glad it was there at the time.