At the End of the Day

I had one of the more bizarre experiences of my life today. Here’s how it went.

I’d fixed a dental appointment for 11.15 am in order to discuss with my implant specialist what to do next about a tooth which has, on and off, been giving me infection pain for some five years now. If this sounds wacky to you then so be it, but it’s a fact: focused meditation on the pain usually makes it recede until The Next Time. Trouble was, the sheer amount of meditation required was getting me no further than medication: in the end, the conscious healing part of the brain switches off for a rest…and never more so than during periods of stress. As there’s been more than enough stress lately, I decided it was time to part company with the tooth.

My dentist Fabienne concurred. The most painful part of all such dental experiences having been completed (the anaesthetic injection) she was about to begin that bit where dentists stand on your chest to pull and twist at the facial orifice when her dental assistant Beatrice rushed into the room and said there was an Englishwoman on the phone, and could I translate.

I duly spoke to the lady on the other end, who gave me her email address (Beatrice had been unable to grasp the English phonetics) and then asked if “your organisation” could send her a brochure.

Me: A brochure about what – implants?

Her: Pardon? No about the retirement complex.

Me: This is a dental surgery.

Her: Is it? Oh, you’re a dentist….

Me: No, I’m a patient. I’m sitting here about to have a tooth extracted.

Her: Oh my God….

Me: I think you probably have the wrong number.

Her: I suspect you’re right.

Me: Good luck in finding what you’re after.

Her: Thank you.

Anyway, the rear molar is no more. And I feel a great deal better off without it.

My dentist’s surgery, by the way, is in a street called Rue Filhole. You really couldn’t make this stuff up.


Samantha Cameron, it seems, is twice as popular as the closest running leader’s wife. So in the spirit of gender equality. the Conservative Party has decided to “push her to the front” in the race to be Wag to one of four UK top pols bidding to be in that smoke-filled room where the electoral will can be pulled every which way in order to produce a Pyrrhic victory for the next mediocrity doomed to be Her Majesty’s First Among Equals. Or as I would prefer to call the eventual loser, Equal Among Unremarkables.

When I saw the piece splashing this sensational revelation at The Telegraph today, I immediately remembered what I’d intended to blog about at some point yesterday: the relative quietude of King David of Camerlot from our media in recent days.

Apart from boring the backside off an infant school pupil yesterday, the Prime Minister has been remarkably silent of late. We do not know we cannot tell why…but what we do know is that for the first time, his popularity rating has slipped below that of Ed Rubberband. And dear old Hairgel Garage has suggested that Mr Cameron is dyeing his hair to avoid looking over the hill.

Certainly, Dave has a gigantic hill to climb.but he may perhaps take some Southern Comfort from the likelihood that neither Nick Clegg nor UKip’s Farrago will be elected to the next House of Commons.

16 thoughts on “At the End of the Day

  1. Nige would be wasted in the Commons anyway. Would rarely get a chance to speak. Look at Gorgeous George. Nige has a better platform in Brussels. Let the guy with the wonky mouth lead the party in the Commons.


  2. When I saw the Beautiful couple in their equally beautiful Cotswold cottage I saw a limp handed moron who bombed Libyia and his blood stained wife who encouraged him to attack Syria. For once the HOC served a purpose.


  3. crisis actors springs to mind… enough trolling but I knew this wonderful haven of the sane operates a one link limit in comments..


  4. Great blog.
    John, Inspecteur Jacques Clouseau would have been proud of your conversation about the Retirement Complex, from yout chair of pain.
    I hope the dentist gave you a discount or you have billed her for Translation services
    Maybe GCHQ want to buy Slogger’s Roost to have an away day with the NSA… and pretended to be a confused caller to a dentist … They haven’t gone away you know and probably know where you love
    your two pics say it all about the tarnished political process and how the media are used/complicit.
    What is happening?
    Marine Le Pen is denouncing her Daddy, after all he did for her
    how ungrateful the girl is, King Lear where art thou when we need you?


  5. That should have been “where you live”
    Where you love is suitable for other sites, not this serious colloquium.
    Apologies for the ‘fat finger’ typing…


  6. Yes, I found that amusing, though it’s the commonest camera lie out there – often used to inflate the size of a crowd at a protest. As a general rule the size of the crowd is a function of the height of the camera above the horizontal. This one is well below it.


  7. I’m fairly certain that Cameron like Blair (and possibly McRuin) are driven by the chance of a blowjob from their respective wives….. Policies which consistently have relevance only to purveyors of said pleasurable experiences and are absolutely no use to the UK itself have convinced me that their thoughts are inevitably about bollux…..


  8. If I’m not mistaken the idea of ‘Odious Debt’ was floated around on this website.

    what foresight….yet again at TheSlog


  9. Pingback: John Ward – Exposed : The Reason Why None Of Us Can Be Sure What’s Going On In The EU v Greece Yawn – 11 April 2015 | Lucas 2012 Infos

  10. In all my years as a dentist I have never taken a tooth out with a knee on the patients chest ,nor i suspect has any dentist. This is one of those old wives tales invented I suspect by the media or a deluded patient under the effect of hypnoval. In fact the majority of teeth can be removed with a periosteal elevator ,if skilled. Post your rads John as I’d love to see what they are doing to you out there. Free second opinion


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