Peter Rhodes on sacking Starmer, cracking teeth and dumping the dressing-up box
I'm still waiting to see the dentist concerning my pre-Xmas broken filling.
It is a strange thing but while the chunk of metal that fell out of my jaw is no bigger than a rice grain, the hole it left behind feels big enough to trap a turkey. Apparently this sensation has something to do with the huge number of nerve cells in the tongue.
Another strange thing is that so many Xmas food items, including nuts, pork crackling, pheasant (complete with steel shot) and confectioners' silver balls, seem designed to shatter teeth. The British Dental Association must simply adore yuletide.
