His doctor had told him it was his age, and there was little could be done. Just give up smoking; cut down on the drink; and cut back on the fatty foods, the between-meal snacks, the comfort food. And by all means, take more exercise. Walk instead of driving; take up golf, tennis, squash, swimming, cycling, jogging. So he stopped smoking -- cold turkey -- and refused more to drink. He began to eat müsli for breakfast, Ryvita for lunch, and boiled cod for dinner, and nothing in between. He took up squash in his lunch-hour, golf at the weekend and went jogging in the evenings. The doctor's word was his command. And he blew his brain out at the clubhouse one Sunday afternoon. His doctor told his widow there was little could be done.