Remembering Malcolm Chapman

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Malcolm1I was shocked to hear that Malcolm Chapman had died after a short illness. We first met almost 40 years ago when I went to interview for a faculty/consultant staff position at The Middlesex Hospital  in London.

Malcolm was a renowned Radiologist, and we worked closely together there for 13 years. He was always courteous, thoughtful and helpful, and never short of an opinion, expressed promptly and with commendable brevity.

I remember one report of a complex X-ray procedure, which read in total “NAD MC” (no abnormality detected, Malcolm Chapman). But I remember him best for our friendship outside of work, and innumerable fun occasions in London and elsewhere. He was always a star at social occasions, such as dinners during our many endoscopy courses and conferences. Dare I mention the dreadful local Greek Cypriot “restaurants”, the Blue Dolphin and the Anemos, or one superb dinner at Great Fosters, thanks to a company that he called “Astrophysics”. Malcolm and his Radiology buddy, Buck Whiteside, were the traveling umpires for our Middlesex GI Unit cricket team. Despite their best efforts, we lost most of the the matches.

Malcolm was fortunate enough to woo and win Dorcas, who was my personal secretary in London. I left England more than 25 years ago, but our social interactions have continued ever since, mainly at their lovely home in West Sussex, and often in the company of their brilliant son. Dorcas and James, you have our deepest sympathy, but we share your joy in treasuring the memory of a true friend and a consummate gentleman.

Peter Cotton December 9th 2012