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Thursday, April 19, 2007

dental as

I was reclining at an angle of 100 degrees when the radio played It's a fine line between pleasure and pain which was not especially relaxing to hear in de vinyl dentist's chair.

(At least the monitor above my head was not showing My teeth:the movie. The only thing on TV was No Signal)

7 comments:

Lunar Brogue said...

Were you subject also to an amalgam of heavy and death metal? Perhaps a good solution to the infestation and corruption our teeth daily endure.

pk said...

Unfettered access to laughing gas is the only way to endure a visit to the Amphlett.

boynton said...

Funnily enough, I was subject to that amalgam. But not at the Amphlett. I acci-dentally ran into some metal-as at a pub during an out-of-town Arts Festival recently.
(The afro Jazz was booked out)
Always good to balance the artistic infestations, though some nitrous might have been good.

TimT said...

Did the reading material in the waiting room include Woody Allen's If the Impressionists Had Been Dentists?

boynton said...

No, just the usual If the Celebrities had made an Impression mags.

But then if the Monitor had been the Interwebs, I could have googled it...

Nabakov said...

On my last dentist visit I was offered a choice of DVDs including Shrek 2, When Harry Met Sally and Million Dollar Baby. I declined the last on the grounds I didn't have a mouth guard.

Went for Cars instead. All those gleaming grills.

boynton said...

Guess they steer clear of Jaws.

Or meta