I had an important decision to make. A choice between my 6-monthly appointment with the hygienist or a slap-up lunch today. Hmm….which to choose?! The lunch has won (and it's so good just to be able to go out to eat somewhere, albeit with caution, and I've opted for Thai). I fully intend to leave the restaurant this afternoon with some Pak Choi caught between my front teeth, garlic breath and coffee-stained molars, in an act of brazen defiance. As that well-known adage goes: The hygienist can wait, it’s not every day you turn 58…!
See you again soon!
Peter Hammill: Birthday Special (1975)
(a precursor to punk?!)