Wednesday, 4 February 2015

The Wrong Teeth


In Germany till Thursday PM, then Athens till Friday PM - but I brought the wrong teeth. 

I don't mean I brought someone else's teeth. I mean I brought the bottom dentures rather than the top ones, which are the ones I use to smile insincerely at customers without giving them a fright.

What with the flambeed Prussian hairdo (and matching eyebrows), the suppurating burn on the end of my nose and the gaping gap in my gnashers, I fear I look like something out of Night of the Living Dead.


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