In Carstairs there was a guy called Donald who would sit in the ward patio and he had a pagoda built to keep rain off him and it was built by the woodwork department and he would sing under it and When I passed when walking I would sing "Donald where's your trousers" he would come into the café called the Skye centre and he would sing to the people having coffee and we always cheered. There was also an LTP a 'long term patient' who was a transvestite who could make guitars in woodwork as Big John ran the place and this 'LTP' was called Rose and would make Guitars and they were good and he was said to have made 8 he had been in the hospital for 30 years and he wasn't happy and died there of cancer.

Thee was a guy who had a hoary growth on his head which upwards and he had a hospital trip to  get it cut off and I have no idea what it was even though it stuck out his head.