Showing posts with label pork scratching. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pork scratching. Show all posts

Wednesday, 24 August 2011

If you don't ask, you don't get...

Pork scratchings anyone?  And before you ask it wasn't me.

Thursday, 17 July 2008

Dentist appointment

I went to see my dentist this lunchtime as I had a slight worry about my filling. It isn’t sore (yet) but my tooth felt differently after eating a number of packets of pork scratchings (3).

He said the tooth was fine but may need to be either removed or re-filled during my next appointment (next month).

For those that don’t know my dentist is my old rugby friend Iain who once had a practise in Corby, he now plays rugby with me for the Mayfair Occasionals and works in London. He laughed when I told him about the pork scratchings incident, apparently the only other place that he’d heard of that type of dental injury was in Corby.

He, he.