A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…….

Well, seriously though, it was a long time ago. Three decades.

So:

One Hogmanay, when I lived in Glasgow, many moons ago, a squirrel found it’s way to our second floor flat toilet. I managed to rescue it and get it back outside, but in the process, it succeeded in biting both my index fingers, hitting the bone. I ended up in casualty getting a tetanus injection.

After that, my wife, who has a tendency to put the word ‘bum’ at the end of the names of anyone or thing she’s fond of, called me ‘Squirrelbum’.

And it stuck.