One of Dr No’s retired medical friends, not teetotal, but almost, inherited an adequate wine cellar, mostly reds, from a relative. Given a science backed consensus that small amounts of red wine would be good for him, he decided not to dispose of the cellar on favourable terms to Dr No – Dr No is always happy to help an old friend out – but to indulge in a spot of self prescribing: ℞ vinum rubeum, 1-2 glasses nocte.
Elsewhere, an old biddy friend of Dr No’s mother, bereaved last year, has taken to keeping a bottle of sweet sherry in with the tea cosies, and of an evening she warms her soul as she dozes in front of the television with a tipple or two. Not so long ago, a grandad patient of Dr No’s asked: ‘No harm in an evening sharpener? Just scotch and water, you understand.’ Dr No knew it would be a large tumbler, and a generous slop, but still he answered ‘not at all’ – and didn’t even caution against excess. This chap had survived the not only the horror of Burma in the Second World War, but the long years of following memories as well, and the last thing he needed was a ticking off from Dr No.