How I wish that, rather than having to rely on begging incomprehensible Indian pharmacists for something strong for a cold, I might turn to the kind of medical help that only ever appears to be available in fiction or on television. Someone like Dr. Kildare:
Now wouldn't you feel better, just having someone like a young Richard Chamberlain looking solicitously after you? When I was a tot, I just knew that Dr. Kildare's gentle bedside manner could do wonders for any little thing that was wrong with you...
What I've only just disovered is that in addition to living on forever in reruns, Dr. Kildare is on that select shortlist of 60s luminaries to have been immortalized in 11 1/2" vinyl:
It's a distintly sub-Ken effort, but he might be fun to set up in little dioramas, misbehaving perhaps with Nurse Julia or, more alluringly, G.I. Joe.
The mind reels, and not just from the mysterious local cold medications (although in the right combination, they are proving surprisingly diverting).