To hell with multi-disciplinarianism. Let's face it, Doctor knows best.

If you were about to have the lid taken off your noggin in advance of major neurosurgery, who would you want to lead the team? Professor Sir Ever So Clever or some term-time-only job-share chiropodist? A literal and metaphorical no brainer.

And frankly would you really give a monkey's about his (yes, his) communication skills? I'd go for Good-With-A-Knife-But-Grumpy-As-A-Goat over Bit-Of-A-Butterfingers-But-Great-Fun-At-Parties any day of the week.

But sadly our medical chums appear to have lost their way. These days they're damned if they do and damned if they don't. We want them to be accountable for everything, responsible for nothing, a piece worker in times of feast and a professional only in times of the direst of famine.

So come on you boys and girls, reclaim the professional high ground. Duffing up the BMA leadership is a good start but let's see you kick some ass. Frankly, it's taken a lot of my taxes to train you, and I'm looking for a return on my investment.

Like all good rhetoric, my manifesto for your profession comes in alliterative triplets. Stop (i) moaning about the feminisation of medicine (ii) moaning about junior doctors being a waste food and (iii) moaning. And start (i) leading the debate (ii) leading the service and (iii) leading the professions.

Yes, the professions and not just the profession. Or should we be leaving it to the Royal College of Chiropodists... whoops, sorry, Podiatrists?

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