#footinmouth

Today, our normal HIC tutor was away and so we had a substitute one. Our HIC group is normally quite outspoken in general and we've gotten to the point where we're able to be quite honest about the shortcomings of HIC to our tutor (who I think may actually be just a bit frightened of us all). Anyway, the substitute (who we had no clue about his background) asked us a few questions while we were on the subject of orthopaedics. This was the conversation:
Tutor: "So, how can you tell when someone is an orthopaedic surgeon?"
S: "Oh, you can tell by the way they talk about their Porsche and how their job allows them to pay for the petrol for their Porsche."
Tutor: "It'd be funny to say at this point that I'm an orthopaedic surgeon - but I'm not."
J: "Yeah, because otherwise, why would you be taking HIC? You probably have better things to do."

Strike one... as we soon found out.

Tutor: "So if you can tell what specialties doctors are in by their demeanour, what about GPs?"
Me: "I'd imagine them to wear jeans. Actually no, sneans."

Strike two: the tutor turned out to be a GP. 

Tutor: "So what did you guys think about the health check day?"
Basically, this question led into a ten minute bitch fest about how everyone found it an absolute waste of time.

Strike three: the tutor turned out to be the HIC convenor. 

Oops.