Not the most auspicious start to the day, heading for drilling and filling at the dentists.
Especially when your hygienist tells you they “can’t be bothered with today” then mopes about and spends some time talking to the dentist (who has to be yelled at to get downstairs) about being up all night in tears. CONCENTRATE ON MY MOUTH!
He asks if I want an injection or to try without. [AHEM. Always Say Yes To Free Drugs.*] Then manages to get half of it on my tongue.**
At least this time he wasn’t drunk!
Apart from that, all goes according to plan. 2 fillings, back next week for the final one. Staggered payment. I make him EARN his £240 if I’m honest; I’m a rubbish dental patient. For one so loud and gobby, I have a very small mouth
, which can’t happily accommodate fingers, drills and suction at the same time. “Open wide!” he says, not realising I am. And my gag reflex is somewhat hyperactive with suction. Plus I keep forgetting to breathe. Good lord, how incompetent am I?!
Last night to Herman Dune
(via rendezvous, breadzilla, cheese and pints at Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese) at that bit of a student union where they have Collide-A-Scope. The one that isn’t David*** isn’t there, and they aren’t as magical as they were at ATP last year. I suppose ‘discovering’ an amazing band with the first act you venture out for helps with the magic. And general ATP goodness. (Oooh! ATP kids! Physical tickets arrived in the post this morning! I did a little “squee”!)
Anyway, yes, the band. Clearly the David Herman Dune songs are the ones I like best anyway****, so plus points for ace set list. And choice of cover versions. But something is missing. Still very good indeed, but not amazing.
One thing I did discover last night is that I do have an actual bad back
*****, causing me to have to sit down like an old woman 45minutes in. I think I might visit a chiropractor, anyone able to recommend one?
Herman Dune, however, paled into insignificance due to the glorious song that came onto my iPod whilst walking over Blackfriars Bridge. I could not keep the glee (nor the giggles) from my face, I think many commuters thought I was a)high or b)laughing at them. And more joy, as lanarak
is not only aware of it, but appreciates its worth! FANTASTIC lyrics under the cut, see if you can guess who it is. Then I’ll tell you what it sounds like. Don’t cheat, there’s at least 2 of you that’ll probably either know or be able to guess easily…..( Excerpt of lyrics below! )Kudos and points to darkship for correctly identifying Meatloaf, from Bat III. In the Land of the Pigs (The Butcher is King)
. It is amazingly overblown, and somewhere between Gary le Strange and Iron Maiden. Excellent. In a highly dubious fashion.
I did a stupid meme this morning that said I was Ani di Franco. Which is silly really, I don’t think I’ve actually (knowingly) ever heard her work. * Not a motto per se…..
** I still haven’t been able to get my stud back in! Stupid floppy mouth.
*** Ivor? Ivan? Brian? Percy? WHATEVS. [Andre. Yes.]
**** Good For No One is my favourite I think. That, or Baby Bigger.
***** Aside from my rotten shoulder girdle, which hasn't been right for years.