If you're not interested in other people's families (I don't blame you) look away now.
In my last post I mentioned my grandfather (on my mother's side). I didn't mention his love of amateur boxing.
His son (my mother's brother) also became a GP and inherited his father's interest in sport.
Uncle Roy was medical officer to the British team at the 1988 Seoul Olympics. A year later he was appointed chairman of the British Olympic Association medical committee.
But I remember a rather different side to him. When he was younger Roy was a devil-may-care amateur racing driver.
We never really talked about it (he retired from racing following a serious accident) but a quick search on Google reveals he drove a Lotus Eleven Ford and competed in European saloon car meetings.
He also raced a Mk 1 Lola-Climax that was previously owned by another driver called Bernard Cox (car and driver are pictured here).
In 1971, according to this letter from a fellow sports car enthusiast, Roy sold it to him for £500.
A decade later the same car was sold on to Germany for £7500.
Talking of motor racing, last Saturday I took my daughter to see Rush, the film about the 1976 Formula One season and the rivalry between James Hunt and Nikki Lauda.
Sophie has no interest in Formula One and my interest is waning but we both thought it was brilliant.