I couldn't ever bring myself to hate you as I'd like

[venta]

Earlier this week, I bought some tickets for Doctors, Dissection and Resurrection Men. It's an exhibition at the Museum of London, following the excavation of a burial ground which contained "extensive evidence of dissection, autopsy and amputation, bones wired for teaching, and animals dissected for comparative anatomy". I bought the tickets on a Time Out special offer.

Based on that, Time Out have just sent me an email of further offers they think might interest me: cut-price deals on Brazilian bikini waxing, rabbit vibrators, a bulk buy of 50 condoms, a "boudoir" photo-shoot or a "Boink Box" (no, really).

I remain lightly bewildered. And very slightly concerned that I have misunderstood about the resurrection men.

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[uitlander]

I suspect their CRM system has mild dyslexia.

[venta.livejournal.com]

Actually, having revisited the email, I suspect that it may be a general mailshot but - since I've only just interacted with them and thus inadvertently agreed to receive their mailings - it just happens to be the first one I got.

I suppose the subject line ("After-dark fun: open if you dare") was intended to give me a clue. However, since I scandalously reserve the right to shag people in broad daylight, I completely misunderstood and was vaguely expecting illicit, late-night cabaret.

(Consenting people, that is. I don't believe I have rights over just anyone.)

[huskyteer.livejournal.com]

Now I'm wondering if I hate anyone enough to pay £24.99 and have a box of sex toys delivered anonymously to their home or workplace.

[venta.livejournal.com]

...whereas I find myself morbidly curious about the differentiation of the boxes depending on whether they are ordered for a straight couple, a female couple, or a male couple. I mean, I suppose that a lesbian couple doesn't have an awful lot of use for a cock ring, but beyond that I'd have thought it was more about personal preference than a simple three-choice tickybox.

Although I have led a very sheltered life, and have little clue as to the taste in sex toys of the average gay gentleman, for example.

[mr-tom.livejournal.com]

Good Lord, does 50 really count as a 'bulk buy'?

[undyingking.livejournal.com]

I wonder if they really mean "silicon cuffs". And if so, are they monocrystalline?

[venta.livejournal.com]

Gosh. I'd never noticed before that silicon and silicone were spelled differently. That's two whole things I've learned today, now :)

(The first was that biologists abbreviate species to "sp" and species plural to "spp", courtesy of sammason.)

[undyingking.livejournal.com]

Good stuff! I learnt today what a boiler pressure relief valve is, and how potentially dangerous it is to have one that doesn't work. (Fortunately, I didn't have to learn it the hard way.)

[vicarage.livejournal.com]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=68p4ngS-yME

BTW, no sex in the Resurrection Men exhibition.

[venta.livejournal.com]

No sex, indeed. At least, none beyond the suggestions of the anti-anatomist movement that surgeons wanted female corpses for lascivious, rather than educational, reasons.

I have a vague memory that you reviewed the exhibition slightly unfavourably, but now can't find it on your journal. Did you?

[vicarage.livejournal.com]

My review was pretty positive

I consoled myself with a tour of Bart's 2 room hospital museum, with a quick peek at the Hogarth staircase, before planning some Burking at the Museum of London's Doctors,Dissection and Ressurection Men exhibition, based round the exploits of the grave robbers feeding the anatomists of 1820's London. A rather catchy ballad about the death of the Italian Boy, lots of skeletons dug up from the Royal London's burial ground with neat trepanning and amputated bones, and wax models of all those squishy bits. I thought it ironic that the lady who was buried in a cleverly latched iron coffin to defeat the graverobbers had the indignity of her (empty) coffin being displayed to all.