“The first test was the inevitable lumbar puncture. This was followed a few days later by the electro-encephalogram, the first machine of its kind to be assembled in this country. I sat in a wire-netting rabbit hutch and a strange permanent-wave machine hung above my head as terminals were attached to my ether-soaked hair. At the other end of the room, a girl pressed a switch, and a large metal hand started to draw a crazy graph on some paper pinned to the wall.
“The next day in came my doctor. ‘What are you going to do when you leave the army? … as in fact, you are abnormal, ‘ he announced. ‘I think it would be a good idea if you took up art’.”