The other day I had occasion to visit an NHS hospital for the first time since 1976.
(I haven't gone private or anything; I've just never been ill or injured.)
My only knowledge of NHS hospitals having come to me through newspapers and television, I was expecting it to be like a cross between Bioshock and 28 Days Later: filthy, cracked windows; floors swimming in blood; groaning, MRSA-infested patients swarming through pus-encrusted corridors, etc.
Instead, I found it to be an oasis of hygiene and efficiency: I was attended to straightaway by nice people with clean uniforms and fancy equipment, there were pleasant cafés and shops, and a general atmosphere of lightness, airiness and commodiousness.
I was most disappointed.
Still, perhaps they were hiding the zombies in the gore shed round the back.