Hospital porn.
The Woman got ill in India. As we were traveling around the country, we couldn't really admit her to a hospital, so made do with different 'doctors' (imagine Leslie Neilson in Airplane, but Indian) prescribing ayuverdic gel, unidentifiable antibiotics and strange powders along the way. None of these worked, and eventually she was admitted to The Best Hospital In Varanasi. Lizards on the walls, mice on the floor, people sleeping on every inch of floorspace, one English speaking doctor in the whole building. Guards at the entrance hired specifically to stop monkeys from getting into the building. We had a private ward, though: one bin in the room used for needles, gloves, drip contents, bog roll, food waste, the lot. She fucking hated it.
Still, there was a massive widescreen telly at the foot of the bed. Huge it was. And what was on, one Tuesday evening, while she was asleep? Hardcore pornography. Massive, widescreen, uncensored hardcore pornography. Good night, that was. The NHS could learn a thing or two from that.
(rnuk http://flickr.com/rnuk, Sat 13 Mar 2010, 0:28, Reply)