Stuart was my co-resident from Feb to Aug 1972 in surgery at the Western Infirmary. This was in the "good old days" of long long hours. I think we made a good team and his cheery disposition and good sense of humour saw us through some trying times. Would you believe, in those days the porters at the WIG vetted the admissions and usually allocated them to the correct specialty. On one memorable occasion the porters were a bit concerned that it was me on call as they had  a man who had  inserted a Schweppes bottle into his rectum. There was a great deal of scratching of heads by my male colleagues on the post receiving round as to how to extricate this bottle. Stuart recalling the famous Schweppes advert, filled in an x-ray form- "foreign body in rectum, Schoosh you know what.' The radiologist was quite amused.

I do not know where Stuart worked after this but he died tragically in a boating accident I think the following summer. I think of him sometimes when I hear the whoosh when my tonic tin opens for my G and T.