I am living in Paris trying to learn French, sharing a bed with two other people and a few hundred bedbugs and mosquitoes. While we were shivering through our croisant and crunchy butter yesterday morning the doorbell sounded. It was a young fireman selling calendars, so we bought one. We huddled around the table ready to perv out on some toned Frog firefighters only to be disappointed. Unlike the Hollyoaks calendar approach that Anglo-American fire departments tend to gravitate towards, the French version was full of bleeding bodies pinned under fallen roofs, burn victims on stretchers, and blazing buildings. Not a greased torso in sight. Thanks a lot sapeurs-pompiers.