Mr Gray’s Anatomy inevitably reminded me of working as a student in the anatomy lab at university and the smell of formalin used to preserve the bodies. It permeated your white lab coat and remained in your nostrils. The bodies themselves were greyish and shrunken, and kept under plastic sheets on steel tables. Some students took to dissection with aplomb, entering competitions with skilful displays of the brachial plexus or the facial nerve. One or two found the sight of the female breast on a cadaver so disturbing they had to leave the room. Others, like me, just tried to keep up.
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