Yesterday wasn't a brilliant day for me. Things which should of happened didn't happen so I got annoyed even bordering on the annoyed plus some. Firstly, was a meeting for the Fish Factory in London. The meeting place was given to me weeks before hand. There was a lovely little map as well. I gave myself sufficient time to travel, followed the map and found the place. It had an odd street number of 15 3/4 Street. Rightly enough when I found the building above the door in big numbers was 15 3/4 Street. O.K. I thought to myself and entered. A pass key card was given to me at the reception and no door would open without this thing being waved at it first. I found the room. It was a long stretched one with about 30-40 seats at the long stretched table. And I was nearly late with ten minutes to spare. I didn't recognise any of the delegates, but squeezed myself past the seats and then noticed a spare seat next to an individual. I then recognised the individual. An old boss who would be like a dose of poison to dying Cleopatra, a venomous viper, an individual who I'd say shouldn't be the boss of a dog turd let alone a group of people. So I sat down in the spare seat next to them. I was good. Very good. The inner turmoil to recoil from this individual with garlic and cross was held in check, neither did I place my hands round their neck and begin squeezing, squeezing and chuckling with a crazy laugh, I know it would of been so much fun. But I didn't. Too many witnesses. Spending the next 40 years in jail, although with today's sentencing guidelines I'd probably get away with 10 or less. Not to mention a medal of honour. Nope. I kept my cool and stayed civil. If I'd of known though, I would of eaten the worst curry I could the night before. Vengeance by natural gases might of been a small recompense. Another day oh evil one, thy cards will be marked, let this karma bestow itself on you.
I've got a niggling tooth somewhere. I know it's the lower jaw and on the right hand side. While eating toast with cracked black pepper a hard bit of pepper got in the recess. It became uncomfortable. Resulting in my now tending to eat on the left hand side. A bit like pass the dutchy on the left hand side, tooth wise so to say. I rang the dentist expecting to wait a full two weeks to see my man. It ended up only being two days. Further it wasn't my man it was an inexperienced little girl who had a bodged up badge attached to her lapel indicating she was a Dr. Hmmm I wondered. Young I thought as she removed her bib and put a Farleys rusk to one side. I sat in the chair and she had a look in my mouth. She couldn't see anything wrong as she poked about in an uncouth way. She then said she would bang my teeth with an implement and I was to say if it hurt at all. Out came a mallet and a chisel as she tapped away. "Nope" I said while pieces of chipped tooth flew up in the air. I pointed to the area of the offending molar. She looked even closer. An X-ray was taken, an old type one with film, they had tried this new digital one but the bit which goes in the mouth was too big for my pallet. I just can't open as wide as some people. Whereas Rock Chick can open really wide, she's got a big mouth in this sense, I seen it. She showed me once how wide she could open it. I nearly fell down the cavity. Besides this she is a lovely princess. Anyway the inexperienced dentist looked at the X-ray and advised nothing was unusual. I left the dentist poking a finger in my mouth and now with the very real feeling come Chrimbo day as I tuck into turkey the nasty little thing is going to crack and I'll be in pain for the following two, three maybe four weeks. Because I'll next book my appointment and ask not the girl who's just out of diapers please.
Later the same day I was due to go off to a Chrimbo party arranged by someone at the Fish Factory. I looked at the card with the address and thought I knew where it was. The word "thought" is important here. I went along to a club like place. The card said "This Place Sports and Social Club" so I went along to an area I thought I knew called "This Place" then I entered a building called "This Place Working Men's Club" and was told it was not This Place. Hmmm. I had to walk up a hill which was going to take twenty minutes. I went to the hill and passed the "This Place" pub. Half way up the hill I had another look at the card again. There was no telephone number on it. I noticed the post code was not for the "This Place" area. It seemed odd to say the least. I walked back down the hill got a bus home. Logged onto the Internet and then did a Google search. I found the "This Place Sports and Social Club" but the address of "This Place" happened not to be in the area of "This Place." In addition checking at ground level as I went through the google images I could not see where the club was adequately or the road up to the club. I now realised I had been wearing this set of trousers a long time and they had began to get uncomfortable chaffing my inner thighs. I had a minor headache, I was now over two and a half hours late, even though I had started out late, and was now getting pissed off. So I decided the venue "This Place Sports and Social Club" was some pain in the arse place to actually get to after I'd already made the effort, and even though it was semi local I was fed up. I'd spent twelve quid on the ticket to. The club was describing itself as being in "This Place" but by all standards it was not, it was as far as I was concerned a product worthy of being so poorly described as being against the Trade Descriptions Act. Sod it. So in a half mood, I didn't go. Put on a DVD had three chocolate covered biscuits, a big mug of tea and munched away doing my best to enjoy the DVD and put out of my head all the annoyances which had bestowed their selves on me this day.
It's Saturday now, so I'm sure to find something else to piss me off.
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