It was about 1965, 6, that I began to get a back complaint, which is quite a common thing, and like most back complaints, it deteriorates and it was very difficult to avoid inflaming the condition unless one just lay flat on the floor and did nothing, but I couldn't do that. I took quite a lot of advice from different people as to what could be done, and the answer mainly was nothing could be done, excepting if it developed to a stage where a laminectomy would be useful. I didn't like the sound of that. I'd never heard of a successful back operation, so I wasn't going to have one, and all the time I'd been seeking this advice, they were all lifting money off of me as a regular thing, you know. It was an automatic charge the moment you go near the place, although you get nothing for it except for a few words of sympathy. And in the end I was put in a plaster jacket, and that was an instant relief to the back problem. But after a few days I decided I would do without this and I took it off and it was round then that I'd lost all strength in my back muscles and so obviously the plaster was not a good idea. It would be all right for a day or two, but for longer than that it wasn't going to be beneficial. Then I reasoned that the plaster worked because you had a three-point contact. It- the three points were the middle of the back, the chest and the hips, and if I could devise a frame that contacted those three points, it didn't need enclosing like a plaster, then I would be much more comfortable. So I made this thing from quarter inch steel rods, shaped to fit, put brackets on it for the straps, and I wore it and it was an instant relief and worked tremendously well, and I lent it to one or two other people and they declared how useful it had been and taken away their discomfort. The merit of it was one could move in any direction, except bending forwards, and bending forwards is the last thing you need if you have a back problem. And so I got again onto my friend Joe Briggs, the physician, and very anxious to exploit this, we decided to patent it, which we did, and we had two or three dozen made and they were all taken to Ipswich General Hospital where Joe Brigg's friend was consultant orthopaedic surgeon, and he had agreed to try it out on his patients for the sake of friendship with Joe. I don't think he really wanted to do it, it was an unknown quantity but he did it, and Joe and I went along with these things and I was put into a white coat the next day and given a stethoscope to make it look authentic. And the patients started to come in to be fitted with this thing and they didn't like it, and as one little fat man said to me, he said it hurts when I bend forward. Well I said, don't bend forward and it won't hurt. That's the idea of it, you see. Well he said, I usually get several weeks off when my back goes you know. So he obviously wasn't interested in a cure, he wanted his several weeks off, and that was the condition of most of the patients. They weren't prepared to help themselves, and so from that point of view, it looked as if it wasn't going to be successful. However, it came to an end when the consultant was offered a glittering post in Canada and he dropped everything and went and took up his post, so that the whole experiment was dropped. We did finally get - after much correspondence - we got a letter from the Minister of Health saying that they read with great interest all about this - they obviously didn't give a damn about it - and that as it had not been devised by the medical profession it was very doubtful if it would be possible for them to make use of it. So in other words you know, you're not one of us, shove off. It worked very well on me and I wore it for some years, not all the time, but just when my back needed a bit of support, and it worked very well on others of my friends who used it. But even so, 50 years sitting at the watchmaker's bench is bound to have an effect and I began to get arthritic pains in the back and so there was nothing for it in the end but a laminectomy. So that was done, and very successful, and I was only slightly concerned when the specialist came round the next morning and he looked at me long and penetratingly and he said, can you move your toes. Well yes, I said, I can. Oh that's fine, he says, and I've never seen anyone look more relieved. So whether or not he wasn't too sure what he was doing, or whether it was customary to know whether or not you could wiggle your toes, I don't know, but I could.