Cancelled the dentist for this
morning, well, didn't cancel the appointment, postponed
it until next Tuesday. Don't know why I'm putting it
off, the work has to be done; I think I probably backed
out because I'm going to a concert tomorrow night and
I don't want a numb face and aching jaw although I've
been to a few concerts in my youth where you got that
anyway. Thankfully my days of being polite and seeing
friends in shit bands in tiny pubs are over; it's Tony
Bennett, Gladys Knight, Lionel Richie, Michael Buble
etc all the way for me from now on. I seemed to spent
most of my twenties apologising for the music I listened
to, these days I really couldn't give a fuck what people
think (on many levels thank goodness) and if they want
to pity me for wanting to listen to Matt Monro then
good for them (whoever "they" are). Oh dear,
rather an antagonistic blog today, I think I'm annoyed
with myself for cancelling the dentist. Speaking of
which I've been told I should replace a missing tooth
that is right at the back (well, the space is right
at the back); apparently a bridge is no good and it
would have to be an implant at the cost of approximately
£2,000. How much disposable income would one have
to have to justify spending £2K on a replacing
a tooth that can't be seen and wouldn't make any difference
to eating/chewing etc? However much that is I certainly
don't have it now and can't imagine I ever will.
