I think they've definitely got the right idea when it comes to seasonal merriment. My dentists.
After coming off worse with a mouthful of granola, I decided I had better make a visit. A large bit of tooth had come free so I really had little choice in the matter.
So yesterday was D Day. One new filling, one replacement filling and a crown for my broken one. Dreading the experience I entered to find the ladies on reception in a very festive mood. So festive in fact that they tugged out a tray of booze from somewhere and asked if I would like a glass of festive cheer before I entered the inner sanctum.
A couple of glasses of port later I was feeling considerably more receptive to half an hours drilling. I won't go as far as saying I enjoyed the experience but it certainly made me quite relaxed.
I think booze should be offered to patients at all times of the year, what a great idea. I have to go back on Christmas eve to have the crown (some kind of gold coloured affair he tells me, very gangster) and I'm hoping maybe they'll be even more in the mood and might perhaps offer me a pipe of crack to smoke or similar.
This morning I was given a late late birthday present. A signed copy of Charley Boormans' new book, By Any Means!
Hooray!
I think I might love Charley Boorman a little bit. I think quite a lot of men do. A friend of mine wants to grow his hair into an unruly mop just like Charleys unruly mop.
I suppose its all about escapism. About being a bit posh and devil may care and apparently unhindered by the everyday constraints we face.
Whatever. He wished me a happy birthday and added a smiley face.
Likes: Stealth-running round the cold, silent, dark, dank park, arms pumping and maw gaping.
Dislikes: Everything else.
