This is the light hearted tale of a fictitious orthopedic surgeon stumbling down the strange alley-ways of the intersection of medicine and the law, both of which many people find fascinating. As orthopedic surgeons look after trauma case, inevitably they become involved with ‘The Law’ as someone has to tell the judge and jury just what the injuries were and the expected long term outcome.
The incidents described are entirely fictitious, as are the characters. Any distant relation to reality is purely by chance. It is modelled after Rumpole of the Old Bailey, that stalwart upholder of the golden thread of justice.
The peregrination starts in Scotland, then moves to Canada with an outsider’s look at some interesting US situations. As the author has no legal training or knowledge whatsoever, none of this is to be taken seriously. The sources of the tales are wide and varied, occasionally from dim bars late at night and more frequently from thin air. As Kipling wrote,
‘This I have heard and this I have read
And this was noised abroad.
And this I have got from a Belgian book
On the word of a dead French lord.’