A dental surgery in the head’s study

My toothache, which has been held in bay by painkillers for several days, erupted with a vengeance over lunch. On the off chance I went to see what had happened in the head’s study. The result is a multi-person dental surgery with equipment, water supply, overhead lights, chairs that zoom up and down and a CD playing Peter Gabrielle. Sometimes I find these coincidences quite hard to take.

I was treated at once and discovered that I have apparently been awarded the Presidential Hero’s Medal of Latvia for my services to the community and my part in the recent Bolivian revolution.

Latvian children seem to have settled in well. I gather there was a small attempt at bullying by the native Anglo Saxons, but the Latvians are just plainly fitter and healthier than anyone who has lived in the UK for more than six months, so it fizzled out.

At lunch I overheard the head of sport (whose name I can’t recall) announcing that if the Latvians stay the school is going to win every sporting event we can enter.

Janice told me that Latvia is a strange country has erected a statue to Frank Zappa. At this moment Havoc-Blythe walked into the office and heard me say, “Who?” in that rather annoying way that I have and which I must try to stop.

“Frank Zappa,” he replied, “revolutionary rock composer of the 20^th century who combined vivid electric guitar playing with orchestral techniques, humour and references to poodles.”

Janice and I looked at each other. This is why I dislike the man – there must be something, somewhere, somehow that he simply does not know. Janice asked Havoc-Blythe what Zappa’s most famous piece was, but before he could utter a word my right brain,  activated by its detailed training as a result of in-depth study of the book I bought in the market, activated my mouth and I said “Hot Rats.”  Janice told me I had just made that up, but the look on HB’s face said otherwise.   Secretly I checked on Play.com at home and there is indeed such a piece of music.

Decided to wear my Heroes Medal tomorrow, buy a Frank Zappa CD, and play it so the neighbours can hear.

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