Right, so I have become mildly obsessed with the Beach Boys, thanks to the dementia choir's latest playlist.
It has taken me a fortnight to put it together.
Anyway.
I was looking on Amazon Prime for suitable (or even unsuitable) documentaries about them, when the algorithm directed me instead to a 1950s film Life in Emergency Ward 10.
Having been a devotee of the later TV series, I abandoned the Beach Boys and watched the film.
Fucksake. The casual sexism and misogyny are off the scale. The doctors all smoke, even during ward rounds. And in the anaesthetic room.
The nurses kowtow to them, slavishly.
The new surgeon immediately has an affair with a colleague's wife. That bit I entirely believed, though.
No women doctors, naturally.
I haven't got to the end yet but I'm hoping that little David gets through his heart operation (although the old man in the bed next to him dies on the table).
That was weird. Why was an eight year old on the same ward as an elderly man? I'm sure they had paediatric wards in the 1950s.
None of which has a thing to do with cats, excellent or otherwise.