[ Unaware that he is faced with a Franklin nerd of the first water, Goodsir simply goes on as if he were talking to anyone else. He is also slowly gravitating toward Diefenbaker, with the unmistakable look of a man about to ask "can I pet your dog". ]

Anstruther, across the Firth of Forth from Edinburgh. My father was the village doctor, as was my grandfather. No great surprise that I and three of my brothers also went on to study anatomy and medicine, I suppose.