I can’t stop thinking about the study I mentioned in my post last week (Intellectual). I have the detailed write up if anyone wants to see it.
Am just imagining a scene at the home of the principal investigator.
Him: ”Hello darling! What’s for dinner?”
Her: ”I’m not sure, sorry – whatever My Food Bag has given us.”
Him: ”Ah…”
Her: ”is there a problem?”
Him: ”Well, I have quite specific dietary needs over the next couple of weeks, so…”
Her: ”What! Never tell me you got funding approval for that bonkers poo knife study??”
Him (hurt): ”It is genuine anthropological research…”
Her: ”Unbelievable. So, it’s not what you know, but who you now, I suppose?”
Him: “Just because Woofy Pilkington and I were at prep school together, doesn’t mean it affected his decision-making as the head of the grants board. My application was cast iron. And it’s important stuff.”
Her: “And my work on ocean acidification as a result of climate change isn’t??”
Him: “Well, its not exactly core business, is it? You just need to rewrite your application and try again next year. Maybe it’s just not your time.”
Her: “Harrumph. So, you have to eat like an Inuit for two weeks and then collect your own poo and make a knife out of it, which you’re going to freeze and then try and cut up a carcass with?”
Him: “You were paying attention!”
Her: (suspicious) “You’re not collecting my faeces as well, are you?”
Him: “Oh no, dear! Just me.”
Her: “Right. I’m going out for dinner. Enjoy your whale blubber sandwich.”