Like Westporker, as a young bobby, I was offered the chance to go and see a PM. The victim was an old woman in her 80s and a long term smoker. I didn't mind the blood and snot but when the rib shears had done their gruesome work, the smell that came out of the chest cavity was the worst I had ever had to deal with. The pathologist, Dr Blench, smoked continuously during the procedure, dropping his ash and dimps into the cadaver's chest !
I saw many more after that, at one time I thought the mortuary staff at Robert Street would ask me to the Christmas Party ! There used to be a sweepstake on the weight of the body...2 bob in the pot and the winner took all. I suppose it maintained some sort of sanity.
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