There was big talk about this pole. Everyone kept on about the pole. The pole. The pole. I was driving down the road and the phone rang and this foreign lad said: 'We need to talk about the pole?' 'The pole?' 'The pole.' 'What pole?' 'You hit the pole.' 'What pole are you talking about?'… Continue reading The Pole.
A few days later, the dentist rang and said: ‘I rang the dental crowd and it’s sorted now.’ ‘What happened?’ ‘Someone mixed up your files with a 75 year old man.’ ‘How?!’ ‘I don’t know, but that other man had all his teeth extracted, and you still have most of yours. So that’s where the… Continue reading Dentist sequel – The Extraction…(reblog)
They reckon all good writers have problems with their teeth. That’s about the only positive thing I could take from the terrible pain. Then the dentist said: ‘You’ve given me a false name, are you tryin to pull somethin?’ I said: ‘No, it’s genuine, my mouth’s about to explode with some kinda toothache.’ ‘That’s what… Continue reading The Dental Records crowd….