The Science of Sexuality, Monday
"Sorry, Sherlock appears to have come down with the flu today," John told the class, looking a little sheepish. And harried, at the same time. A sick Sherlock meant a sulking Sherlock who kept demanding things and texting him every five minutes to bring soup or medicine or a corkscrew (don't ask). "Which also leaves me with precious little time to talk to you lot today, so I thought we'd watch something informative about the birthing process this week."
Oh yes. It was a movie day. But it was an informative movie day.
"We might go into more detail next week, if you need it," he said, "And I know this is a bit-- old, but at least pretend like it's relevant...?" Please? "I brought pizza."
How better to bribe the younger generation?
His phone beeped.
"And that would be my cue to leave," he said, with a sigh. "I'll be back. For now, have the cartoon."
Which was Once Upon A Time: Life. About the birthing process (YouTube link). Oooooh, 80s cartoons.
Oh yes. It was a movie day. But it was an informative movie day.
"We might go into more detail next week, if you need it," he said, "And I know this is a bit-- old, but at least pretend like it's relevant...?" Please? "I brought pizza."
How better to bribe the younger generation?
His phone beeped.
"And that would be my cue to leave," he said, with a sigh. "I'll be back. For now, have the cartoon."
Which was Once Upon A Time: Life. About the birthing process (YouTube link). Oooooh, 80s cartoons.