19-02-2018, 11:15 AM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
The first time I watched the first ever esipode of the Doctor Foreman Show, or Dr Who as it is sometimes called, was on the 30th November 1963.
I've been a fan ever since and probably have watched every single one of the how ever many hundreds of esipodes that have been shown, plus the filums, and met some of the actors wot appeared in it.
I have plans to build a Dalek, and have plans of a virtual nature with dimensions, fifth or otherwise, on how to cut and assemble said fiendish device. I haven't decided yet whether I shall use it for world domination, or just to impress the ganddkids.
Afore I do that, I need to modify two stair-lifts so I can get it to the upper floors of our humble semi here in the land of the Zummer Zettlers.
My Lovely wants to know where I am going to keep it. I have no idea, I just have this urge to build one.
Dentists. When I was growing up in the small Lincolnshire village of Waltham, I managed to take a bight out of a huge concrete pipe. Well there was a pile of them in the pub car park, just lying around ready for us kids to crawl through and jump over. However at some point, instead of jumping onto the next one, I slipped and gave it an open mouthed kiss, and chipped a front tooth. A year later I slipped on some ice at school and chipped a bit more off the same tooth.
Later we moved to dear old Donny in the shire of Yorks, and my dentist there said once I had finished school and given up the gentleman's game of rugby, he would replace the broken tooth with a crown.
He was an excellent dentist was Mr Terry. Always putting his patients at ease by saying things like, "don't worry about the stain on the ceiling, it's only blood," or, "I scraped the syringe needle on the doorstep this morning so it should be nice and sharp."
I kid you not, although I don't think he said that to all of his patients.
Anyway, job done, nice crown.
I've never been frightened of visiting the dentist, indeed I used to especially enjoy going to the one in the village here. Mind you, I was courting a pretty little dental nurse at the time.
We had a clearout last year, and I found her old nurses outfit ...
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Now where was I. Oh yes, me teeff. They are not the best there is, and I'm always worried that the amount of metal in them will set off a metal detector. I broke a piece off one of them whilst having lunch obtained at my employer's expense from a most excellent chippy in Lossiemouth, but didn't realise it until after I had finished. I never bothered to go looking for the missing piece.
They are a hardy lot, the Scots. Even their pies are hard.