deep throat
aka. what the detist sees.
at least i can be recognised by my dental records now.
apparently my 'rate of decay' has slowed right down and once more there was no work to be done after my check-up at the dentist (in orpington).
my dentist is great which is why i travel a long way to see him.
i once made a film about him removing my wisdom teeth.
there were only two lines spoken in the film.
my dentist saying 'that's it: all done'
and me going 'yor ucking jokin arnt ya?'.
it was a very short (painless) film/experience.
as you'll be able to see by the ratio of fillings to tooth, my 'rate of decay' used to be much worse.
i inherited bad teeth from my father (who had false teeth by 21) and i destroyed my own with thick, sugary cough medicine which i used to get given in the middle of the night as a child...to counteract the 'whooping'(?) cough i had.
i've got the opposite of a hollywood smile.
i'm still gorgeous though aren't i?
btw. my jaw doesn't actually dislocate like a snake, like this.
it be photoshop trickery.
honest
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