Calico

[insert rant here about the box-ticking BULLSHIT FORMS the medical school uses to prove we have been to enough ward rounds and teaching*, the subjectivity of which your average neurology consultant finds borderline offensive, and which today extended my normal working day by four hours of waiting a-fucking-round]

*AS IF WE WOULDN'T ATTEND. WHAT DO WE LOOK LIKE, PEOPLE WHO WANT TO FAIL?

So there's a WIP in which I reference Tom of Finland drawings (which I first encountered age about 15 and jesus was that formative *wry look at oeuvre*), and I reread this WIP last week and became concerned that people wouldn't know what it was

-- quick poll whilst it occurs to me: what is Tom of Finland to you? --

and so I did some googling to appraise popularity etc and then, whoops, found myself looking at an order confirmation screen. ah well, these things happen.

So just now I get home after this godawful day (which had ended up with me stirring a sugar sachet into a cup of lukewarm water in an attempt to fix my blurry vision and dehydrated low-bloodsugary shaking), and there's a parcel waiting, which I open without really remembering what it is, and it's it! Him! A heavy hardback tome with two blokes playfully shagging on the cover. Which I must admit cheered me up, but not as much as the next realisation: IT HAS A PANIC JACKET.

I quote: "A gentleman deserves to read what he wants anytime, anywhere. To convert the look of your book from sexy to serious classic acceptable in all situations, just slip off the cover, reverse, and redress your book in scholarly style".

And what is on the reverse? Adam Smith's "An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations: Volume I".

I am now slightly in love with the idea of gentlemen perusing Tom of Finland in all echelons of polite society, safe in their panic jackets and the idea that no one ever looks over anyone else's shoulder ever. I mean, you think Tumblr in public is roulettey. This book has minimum one dick per page, and often three...