Some time after Ken Topaz had had his miraculous escape from death, I was in the next bed to him in Ely Hospital for a few, days undergoing a minor operation to remove some metalwork from my foot. Fortunately one of my girlfriends was a sister at the hospital, and was able to supply copious quantities of " Scottish Wine " to keep us amused.
As I remember it, we spent most of our lucid hours devising pornographic crossword clues and chatting up the nurses.