Shiny happy people?

Feeling miserable, I leant out of the window to see the heat haze and smell the pheromones. In the street below couples walked arm in arm, there was a distant crackle of a radio, and men flexed with their tops off chasing a tan—these were unenlightened days. Most of the world phoned in sick, and people pulled old sofas on to the street to drink beer. Medical students, however, always finished university last, and so I was on death row with two …