Let me tell you about the time a pop star's insurance paperwork did what an entire national health service couldn't. Sir Cliff Richard, he of the eternally youthful grin and rock n roll pensioner energy, recently shared that he's cancer free after a prostate cancer diagnosis. The twist? Doctors found it not through some sophisticated national screening program, but because an insurer demanded a physical before covering his tour. We've reached peak British health care irony when actuarial tables do more for public health than Parliament.