When I was seventeen I had an interview for Cambridge University. I had been coerced into applying to study medicine there, which was, and as far as I was concerned, was always going to be, a disastrous choice. That’s another story and a long one for another time.
I was asked which medical practitioner I most admired. The response I gave was ‘Christiaan Barnard’, not because I was hugely enthusiastic about organ transplantation, let alone heart transplantation, but because I’d heard of him (like most people on the planet).