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Life Will Chime
Aug. 26th, 2007 03:48 pmSimon Hoggart had a piece in yesterday’s Guardian about a trip to Moorfields’ Eye Hospital, which led him to muse on things that you don’t really want to hear the surgeon say to you while performing the operations (or when just about to start). I believe that this line of thought was set off by the question that one person reported of:
This was a slightly interesting coincidence, because in two of my three visits to the dental surgeon in the past six weeks, I heard at one of them the following (as he failed for the third time to get the chain to bond to my tooth)
to which I would obviously have replied that it wasn’t doing a lot for mine, either, except that I couldn’t, because my mouth was jammed open as he tried to get the lightcure to stick the metal to the tooth “just one more time”.
For the second journey we had the same problem. I discovered this when the surgeon said (and these were his exact words).
which really isn’t what you want to hear.
I’m now well-read (God bless the Internet) in many of the academic papers on exposure and bonding. And, in case John W wants to know how it turned out, the surgeon (who really was a very nice young chap) built a base of composite, stuck the chain to that, then built the composite around the side as usual, and then put an extra layer of composite on top, just to make sure. On the plus side, this worked. On the minus side, it made stitching it up a bit problematic, ‘cos there was so much stuff in there.
As if to compound the problems, it turns out this particular palatally impacted canine is “behind” the incisor, and twisted, so it needs to be pulled sideways, downwards, and rotated. This led my dentist to mutter the words, as she began to attach the pulling wire to the chain:
Once again, not precisely the phrase that you want to hear.
All most entertaining.
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I really think that Carling should only put on its Reading and Leeds festival when Glastonbury is cancelled. There’s some excellent music there but, gawd, it eats into my time.
Performances of interest so far:
Coventry’s The Enemy, live, are far more like The Jam than is indicated by their record “We’ll Live And Die In These Towns” (a fine album, btw). A scintillating performance for someone my age, who can remember those live performances from the young Paul Weller. The backlash against them is already in full force, but Tom Clarke is more than a mere reincarnation of Weller and The Enemy are more than Jam-copyists. After all, I remember when the Jam were accused of being derivative of The Who.
Panic At The Disco seem to have shot from small stage to main stage in an incredibly short time. I’m never quite sure why some bands manage this and others, who are equally talented, fail.
Patrick Wolf is marvellous — one of those peculiarly English performers in the mold of Julian Cope. You can never imagine him moving from the smaller tents to the main stage, but things which you could never imagine do sometimes happen.
Enter Shikari, from Gallowayland St Albans, are of a style that I would expect to dislike, but have an interesting delivery that crosses hardcore with electronica (and no, that’s not a good description, either). There are echoes of The Automatic with added synth sounds. At the start of the set I thought “a pile of shite”, but they won me round by the end.
And, finally, a nod to Brooklyn and the older performers. The Hold Steady, whom I’ve been a fan of for some time, seem to have overcome their less than screenstar looks and pop-star image to win over the British populus, and are headlining tonight. Rock on guys. They deserve it. And, yes, it is Springsteenesque. But if you do it well, there’s nothing wrong with that.
( Some poker hands )
”Now, which eye was it again?”
This was a slightly interesting coincidence, because in two of my three visits to the dental surgeon in the past six weeks, I heard at one of them the following (as he failed for the third time to get the chain to bond to my tooth)
”This is doing my stress level no good at all.”
to which I would obviously have replied that it wasn’t doing a lot for mine, either, except that I couldn’t, because my mouth was jammed open as he tried to get the lightcure to stick the metal to the tooth “just one more time”.
For the second journey we had the same problem. I discovered this when the surgeon said (and these were his exact words).
”I don’t understand. I’m doing everything right.”
which really isn’t what you want to hear.
I’m now well-read (God bless the Internet) in many of the academic papers on exposure and bonding. And, in case John W wants to know how it turned out, the surgeon (who really was a very nice young chap) built a base of composite, stuck the chain to that, then built the composite around the side as usual, and then put an extra layer of composite on top, just to make sure. On the plus side, this worked. On the minus side, it made stitching it up a bit problematic, ‘cos there was so much stuff in there.
As if to compound the problems, it turns out this particular palatally impacted canine is “behind” the incisor, and twisted, so it needs to be pulled sideways, downwards, and rotated. This led my dentist to mutter the words, as she began to attach the pulling wire to the chain:
“Hmm, let’s try something different”.
Once again, not precisely the phrase that you want to hear.
All most entertaining.
++++++++++
I really think that Carling should only put on its Reading and Leeds festival when Glastonbury is cancelled. There’s some excellent music there but, gawd, it eats into my time.
Performances of interest so far:
Coventry’s The Enemy, live, are far more like The Jam than is indicated by their record “We’ll Live And Die In These Towns” (a fine album, btw). A scintillating performance for someone my age, who can remember those live performances from the young Paul Weller. The backlash against them is already in full force, but Tom Clarke is more than a mere reincarnation of Weller and The Enemy are more than Jam-copyists. After all, I remember when the Jam were accused of being derivative of The Who.
Panic At The Disco seem to have shot from small stage to main stage in an incredibly short time. I’m never quite sure why some bands manage this and others, who are equally talented, fail.
Patrick Wolf is marvellous — one of those peculiarly English performers in the mold of Julian Cope. You can never imagine him moving from the smaller tents to the main stage, but things which you could never imagine do sometimes happen.
Enter Shikari, from Gallowayland St Albans, are of a style that I would expect to dislike, but have an interesting delivery that crosses hardcore with electronica (and no, that’s not a good description, either). There are echoes of The Automatic with added synth sounds. At the start of the set I thought “a pile of shite”, but they won me round by the end.
And, finally, a nod to Brooklyn and the older performers. The Hold Steady, whom I’ve been a fan of for some time, seem to have overcome their less than screenstar looks and pop-star image to win over the British populus, and are headlining tonight. Rock on guys. They deserve it. And, yes, it is Springsteenesque. But if you do it well, there’s nothing wrong with that.
( Some poker hands )
