Here is a rather gruesome tale from Anatomical training.
“A Biologist has to ensure that his future wife can withstand sights that the faint might do just that; remember I did Anatomy at Med School in Edinburgh.
Many years ago I was required to demonstrate the differences in dentition between a Carnivore and Herbivore and so seeking the jaw of the latter I contacted Edinburgh Zoo where elderly horses were slaughtered to feed the lions. I was told that they would have a jaw for me on a particular Saturday.
Being a Scot and realising that this would be an official visit and so needn’t pay for admission to the Zoo I took my fiancée along so that we could get free entry and have a look around at the same time as collecting my jaw. I turned up at the Lion House and introduced myself. ‘Yes’ I was told, ‘We have a good large head for you’. Now it never entered my head that I would be handed anything other than a beautifully cleaned upper and lower jaw and so was a bit taken aback when presented with a great, bloody head. ‘Where’s your car? ’ I was asked. Well we hadn’t driven and had come by bus. ‘Never mind, we’ll wrap it up for you’, and soon I was presented with my head wrapped in brown paper and so Mary and I had to forego our free tour round the Zoo and retrace our steps to the bus stop with me carrying a large brown parcel containing my horses upper and lower jaw. Another thing on which I hadn’t counted was the fact that at the Zoo the jaw had been kept in a refrigerator awaiting my arrival, and by the time we reached the bus stop the blessed thing was decidedly thawing out and a stain beginning to appear through the wrapping paper. On boarding our bus I left the jaw where one leaves luggage without drawing attention to myself; just as well for when I hurriedly picked it up on reaching our destination there was a pool of blood in the luggage compartment.
Anyway, we reached Mary’s digs but here we were on a Saturday morning with a whacking great, bloody, horse’s jaw; no fridge and the awareness that the thing would be stinking by Monday morning. Fortunately Mary had a large galvanised pail and soon the jaw was simmering away on the gas cooker and a few hours later I was able to take the jaw out and dissect away most of the meat- but now I was left with a considerable pile of flesh and what to do with that. Must shorten this story. I wrapped the meat up in newspaper and took it along a street until I found a bus stop where there was a large container hanging on the stop for the disposal of used tickets. I had to walk past the stop a couple of times to ensure there was no-one waiting: incidentally by this time my newspaper covered head was beginning to steam. No-one at the stop – I dropped my parcel into the container and made a hurried retreat. I can just picture someone arriving at the stop and seeing a parcel steaming and opening it with some curiosity. (these were the days before bomb scares). I wonder if the ambulance service had to be called to deal with someone who had collapsed with shock for it could have been a dismembered body. Come to think of it does Edinburgh City Police still have an open file on the human remains found at a bus stop at Tollcross. Mary needless to say survived the unexpected Test and my demonstration was very successful and no-doubt memorable to the students to whom I recounted this tale in somewhat fewer words.”
Memory contributed via email by Kenneth Ross, Forres