ABSTRACT
WHEN I WENT TO EDINBURGH TO START MY DEGREE COURSE IN September 1943, I found digs in Marchmont with a woman who had another lodger – first year medical student Michael Miles, who came from Birmingham. Even by the standards of Marchmont landladies ours was mean and unfriendly. I did not stay there for very long as I had become friendly with a young veterinary surgeon who arranged for me to move into digs opposite the Royal (Dick) Veterinary College. When the landlady discovered she had a medical viper in the nest I was thrown out.
