Summary
-R-R-RR! Two weeks into what I now describe as my "teeth episode", there has been a slight downturn in my usual indefatigable spirits. I've had a face like Boris Karloff's ugly brother, and an attitude like Liam Gallagher at closing time. I am not accustomed to such abrupt turns of minor ill-fortune - being usually of defiantly rude health - so am not best pleased.
It began at a weekend when a tooth began trying to box its way out of my gum - then my right cheek welled up like a deformed potato. Just my luck, the dentist was away, so I lurched towards St Patrick's Day with an abcess on my tooth.See the full content of this document
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Get to the Root of the Matter
By this time, I was taking antibiotics which the chemist informed me still permitted the intake of alcohol. But would I feel in the mood?
When was I last in the mood for a fiddle-de-dee fest, an...See the full content of this document
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