Mutt’s nuts
A stroke of genius last night from Andrea Arnold, a British animator, who declared her Oscar to be the Dog’s Bollocks. Until today, I was unaware that this phrase, along with its last word solo, are unheard of Stateside. None of the native Americans in the office had heard the B word. It seems that ABC was flummoxed by the word’s meaning, and as such, it crept through the time-delay that has been imposed on such events since the JJ right-breast incident. I laughed, especially after the concern over Chris Rock’s tongue.
Dental visit four of five this evening went very well. My front teeth had arrived back from the Brooklyn manufacturers. I had a fitting – a dress rehearsal if you like – and it was incredible. They looked so much better than their predecessors. I’ve asked for a small change, which will be made tomorrow when they’re sent back to be glazed. Visit (and payment) five on Thursday evening to get the finished product. Can’t wait! However, speaking with the new teeth was a challenge at first. For the last 31 years, seven months and nine days, when I’ve pronounced the F sound, air has come through the gap between my too front teeth. With the new ones, it didn’t, which was a bit of an issue. Apparently it takes a couple of days to sort this out.
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