For a moment I got all excited
New Scientist dropped through the letterbox this morning, as it does every Thursday, clever little thing. The Horse Doctor grabbed it before I could get a chance to read a word - she always scans the job pages just in case. Not much loyalty left to the company she works for anymore; she's been passed over for promotion once too often.
There weren't any suitable jobs, sadly. We both work in an industry that's shrinking, and in a research sector that's shrinking even faster. But she did find something she thought might interest me. I can't understand why, but I pass it on to you, my loyal reader, as being of at least passing interest. It was in the postgraduate studentships section and began thus:
Now those last, quoted questions make more sense if you go to the website for the Forensic Medicine and Science department of Edinburgh University, which is running this 30 week course. There's a picture there, of a man who seems a bit out of sorts on some scaffolding.
Still, it looked quite interesting, in a ghoulish kind of way. And what better way to learn all that nasty procedural stuff so beloved of crime writers theses days? The course is run entirely on line, so you don't even have to go to Edinburgh to do it, though I'd recommend the city as a destination for any traveller.*
There is a snag, of course, as there is with everything that looks good at first glance. And this is quite a sizeable snag for someone who is self-employed and impoverished. To register for this course you have to fork out the not inconsiderable sum of £800.
I think I'll stick to phoning Mr Stuart when I need to know how to remove someone's ribcage to get at their heart.
*except, perhaps, one who was trying to get away from Scotland.
There weren't any suitable jobs, sadly. We both work in an industry that's shrinking, and in a research sector that's shrinking even faster. But she did find something she thought might interest me. I can't understand why, but I pass it on to you, my loyal reader, as being of at least passing interest. It was in the postgraduate studentships section and began thus:
The Online Certificate in Forensic Medicine and Science
Imagine the scene of the homicide...
"what happened?"
"Who is this person? When did he die? How did he die?"
"Who did it?"
Imagine the scene of the homicide...
"what happened?"
"Who is this person? When did he die? How did he die?"
"Who did it?"
Now those last, quoted questions make more sense if you go to the website for the Forensic Medicine and Science department of Edinburgh University, which is running this 30 week course. There's a picture there, of a man who seems a bit out of sorts on some scaffolding.
Still, it looked quite interesting, in a ghoulish kind of way. And what better way to learn all that nasty procedural stuff so beloved of crime writers theses days? The course is run entirely on line, so you don't even have to go to Edinburgh to do it, though I'd recommend the city as a destination for any traveller.*
There is a snag, of course, as there is with everything that looks good at first glance. And this is quite a sizeable snag for someone who is self-employed and impoverished. To register for this course you have to fork out the not inconsiderable sum of £800.
I think I'll stick to phoning Mr Stuart when I need to know how to remove someone's ribcage to get at their heart.
*except, perhaps, one who was trying to get away from Scotland.
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