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.

Comments

[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.)