Having been anaesthetised by my dentist yesterday for being too much of a wuss to take the deep cleaning, the poking of teeth and the ernest intoning of “2…2…6…7…4…5…6…5 etc etc, now lets try the bottom, right inside” The numbers indicating the millimetre depth of loos gum around teeth, which I worked out as the larger numbers provoked a stifled cry, the smaller , a stifled lesser cry. It’s not a comfortable thing  anyones opinion to go through and i’ve now got another appointment in early September to look forward to. The dentist, who was young and kept saying “cool” to me told me to buy these TePe brush things to clean in between the teeth, apparently 94% of Dentists advise people with teeth to use them which is an odd number and makes me think what the hell the other 6% are up to, probably high on laughing gas and X ray porn. They took an X ray of my teeth and it looked as though someone had just thrown a load of teeth in a pile like some sort of genetic teeth scattershot, definitely didn’t look like any mouth I’d seen apart from maybe a Xenomorph. Turns out my mouth is much less uniform than I imagined, and I’m now imagining other peoples mouths must be of a similar configuration, Christ I hope they are, nothing like a mouth X ray to make you want to speak with your hand obscuring your mouth and thereby muffling communication with anyone for the rest of your life or until you can afford a Billion pounds to sort your teeth out… I’ll put it on the Want list next to Speed Boat.

Had a group meeting today with another team and several important people who came to talk at us. There’s been a reshuffle and so it’s difficult to understand who’s important and who’s dangerous, who’s a friend and who’s a foe. I spent a very pleasant lunch with colleagues, eating slightly stale sadly too dry sandwiches and talking to someone; ex HR who apparently “is a bit…” according to my immediate production manager, she never did finish the sentence. Could be anything really; of a bitch, of a bike, of a nasty piece of work, of a very friendly lady who will give you shelter and biscuits should you need it. Who knows, she seemed alright to me, but then I’ve reached the point where I know that I really don’t care much anymore, the pay is shite, the car policy is being changed for the worse, the technical support is woefully inadequate, but they have the most wonderful in house subsidised bakery. Every cloud.