CheersBMJ 1997; 314 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.314.7097.1838 (Published 21 June 1997) Cite this as: BMJ 1997;314:1838
- Colin Douglas, doctor and novelist
There was something faintly heroic about the first lot of drunk doctors I met. They were not only my teachers but also among the most senior of them. A trio of gifted, charming men with good wars behind them, they had done well out of the peace too. By the 1960s they held chairs in this and that, guided the fortunes of the medical school and indeed the profession, and–perhaps wisely–no longer involved themselves much in the details of patient care.
Thirty years ago, at the very beginnings of student representation in faculty matters, we were offered a meeting over something called a liaison dinner. The most heroic doctor of them …