Father of the manBMJ 1996; 312 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.312.7046.1616 (Published 22 June 1996) Cite this as: BMJ 1996;312:1616
- Colin Douglas
I met him in my first term in medical school. Quiet and studious, he lived just along the corridor in our hall of residence. It was Saturday but in the bleak communal washplace hung a familiar acrid smell. He was belabouring some lab coats in a soapy sink. I thought that odd—everyone else used a laundry service—and said so. He shrugged. “It saves a bob or two, and I quite like the smell of formalin.” Now he is a professor of anatomy.
In the same hall of residence lived a man whose name even then was a byword for …