jamesg1213
SteveStrummerUK
jamesg1213
Bought plenty of No. 10a scalpel blades in me time though.
I told you I bore me.
I find this information diametrically opposite to anything remotely tedious.
I have wielded many a scalpel blade myself. I maybe wrong, but I don't think you used them for the same reason as me.
.... then in a signmaking capacity, years of hand-cutting lettering and logos from adhesive vinyl before them computators came along.
Yourself?
I'd guessed as mulch (my old mate Jamie L is a signwriterer).
I used them to dissect small animals. Many a dogfish, earthworm and rat succumbed to my inept butchery when I was pretending to do some biological science.
In the A-Level practical exam at school, one would be expected to perform a 'random' single specified dissection from a list of around 7 or 8 different ones for the dogfish, half a dozen for the rat, and a couple for the worm that we'd learned and practised during the course. Come the day of the exam, you'd be presented with a pristine animal and have three hours or so to complete the task.
I particularly remember the dogfish we used to get at school to learn on. Whereas we'd get a nice 'complete' specimen to dissect for the exam, they were never as generous with the fish when we were actually learning how to perform each dissection. It meant that instead of getting a new animal for each dissection, at the end of every session, one's own 'pet' dogfish would be dropped back into a bag (not even a jar!) of formaldehyde and stored in the fridge until the following week when it would be brought out for the next dissection.
Believe me, when you pulled what was left of the wretched thing out of its bag for the last dissection (exposing the lateral line if I remember correctly) it absolutely reeked, regardless of how much formaldehyde it had soaked up. And we were not allowed to wear surgical gloves, just a meagre application of cheap (and completely useless)barrier cream. As you can imagine, the smell of rancid fish flesh, formaldehyde and oily barrier cream used to (quite literally) get under your skin
Even after all these years, I can still 'smell' that vile odour whenever I think about it
