I'm at the Stroud Green Medical Centre (across from the dairy) and they're pretty good. The Receptionist are friendly (always a good sign) and Dr Frank? seems pretty good. I even got a next day appointment once so no complaints at all..

If you don't mind travelling up the hill, we've found the Clock Tower practice in Crouch End to be excellent since we joined earlier this year (so they were accepting people from down here (Perth Rd) at that point at least).

There has been at least one thread on this same topic before with lots of opinions so might be worth a search.

This was the previous thread on GPs

There appears to be a hole here so maybe someone would like a little bit of history again.

In the December of 1945 I, 7 years old, was returning home by foot, (of course), from Saturday Morning Pictures at the Rank Cinema down past Finsbury Park Station - 6d to get in for a good sing-song, (known today by a Japanese word that I can't remember at the moment) a main picture and a second picture, when I started to feel terrible. I sat myself down on a garden wall in Stroud Green Road at the foot of Marquis Road and wondered if I was going to die.

I carried on after a while and got home to Florence Road and told my mum that I felt so terrible. She donned her going-out clothes and walked down to the doctor's in Stroud Green Road to fetch him to see me. (Dr. Kay) He walked back with mum and pronounced that I was suffering from Scarlet Fever, he then had to walk back to his surgery to call the hospital who sent an ambulance whose driver then carried me, wrapped in a blanket, out to the ambulance and took me to the Cottage Hospital at the other side of Muswell Hill. Whilst he was carrying me out he called back over his shoulder that the fumigation team would soon be along to fumigate all the rooms and staircase and that all my toys, books, comics and clothes should be packed up to be taken away. (this hurt me very much because I had a Pinnochio book that I loved so much).

So, as there were no anti-biotics at that time I spent 6 weeks and Christmas at the Cottage Hospital mainly at the beginning in an isolation ward with a very occasional visitor - because of course no-one had a car and all contact was either by bus, letter or telephone box. (not that there was a telephone in my room!).

All I'm really saying is how easy we have it today.