no the one on Orford Hill

This is one elevenerife contest I would not want to enter into ha ha.

I get all Martin Amis about dental affairs; "I know all about the expert musicianship of toothaches, their brass, woodwind and percussion and, most predominantly, their strings, their strings (Bach’s ‘Concerto for Cello’ struck me, when I recently heard it performed, as a faultless transcription of a toothache–the persistence, the irresistible persuasiveness). Toothaches can play it staccato, glissando, accelerando, prestissimo, and above all fortissimo. They can do rock, blues and soul, they can do doo-wop and bebop, they can do heavy metal, rap, punk and funk. And beneath all this anarchical stridor there was a lone, soft, insistent voice, always audible to my abject imagination: the tragic keening of the castrato."

because, this farking tooth has been giving me bother since 1997 (thank you very much Major Tim Davis RADC, see I even remember the f**kers name). So it's gone, replaced by a magnificent gap and a droopy swollen one sided face like a demi Henry the VIII, maybe Henry the IV who knows? But now the pain has gone and that is a good place to inhabit.

Posted By: Tombs, Jun 9, 10:40:21