Dawn at the Dentists

‘And Another Thing...’ Dawn at the Dentists

No, not the receptionists name. The current Mrs Nolan and I went to the dentist last month to have our dinner manglers inspected. You will see from this picture that it was early morning. The Boss went in fi rst in case of trouble then it was my turn. I was reliably informed that my cleaning regime was a good one and to keep it up. As a reward the dental nurse gave me a superhero sticker which I proudly stuck on my sweatshirt. However, I had now been placed in something of a quandary since She did not have a sticker despite having an equally good cleaning regime. Picture the scene, a man of my age sheepishly asking the dental nurse for a sticker for my wife as she would have only been jealous. The nurse obliged and She and I both lived happily ever after, that day.

What do you call a dentist that doesn’t like tea? Denis.

So we were in our local boozer, The Fount of all Knowledge and were forced to earwig Mummy and Daddy talking to “Algernon” who was circa 8 years old. Mummy: “Of course you will remember that the diff erence

by Vince Nolan

between Sangiovese and Pinot Grigio wines is as follows………” I think the poor kid was taking notes. She left out the bit that one was red and the other white but what do I know? Pater then put in his two pennyworth and said: “Cape St. Vincent is the most southerly point in Europe, based in Portugal don’t you know.” We felt sorry for “Algernon” having such exciting parents and with that many school holidays to look forward to, he is probably in therapy by now.

I don’t know about you but I have had enough of bad drivers who seem to have become more plentiful and much worse since our freedoms have been a tad limited. We bought a dashcam so we can replay some of the worst examples during the long winter evenings. A top-tip if you are thinking of purchasing a dash-cam, turn off the audio. Somebody had been swearing loudly on ours. So here is my latest driving mantra: “That’s right, be polite.”

In non-related matters, what do you call female mannequins? Just asking.

In a restaurant recently with The Boss (I know, I spoil that woman) and I couldn’t fi nish my pizza so the waiter said “Do you want a box for that?” I said “No mate, I deplore violence.”

We wanted to stay at a hotel in Cardiff in the run up to Christmas following She Who Must Be Obeyed Christmas offi ce lunch. We had heard about Cardiff price hikes but what we experienced was ridiculous. A budget hotel which last year would have been £60-£80 became £350-£400. Conversely, the same chain could provide the same room for two in Bristol City Centre for £79 for the same dates. Since the lunch was in Cardiff , this did not help. The denarius dropped when we

realised that our celebration coincided with the Stereophonics and Tom Jones being due at the Principality Stadium which had sold out the City hotels. The concerts were then cancelled and we found a City centre hotel for £80, hurrah! However, the fi ckle fi nger of fate (presumably the middle one), then intervened and cancelled the offi ce lunch leaving us to wander lonely as some clouds around the Castle and its outdoor bar facilities until frostbite got the better of us and forced us back to a hotel we did not need. Much fun, but we quickly found out that there is a limit to how much mulled wine one can drink before falling over. Recent crossword clue: “Brush under the carpet 5 and 4.” The answer was “gloss over.” Picture the poor student trying to learn English. Student – try it in a German accent: “If I understand zis correctly, in ze fi rst place you are brushing benease your carpet and zen you add shiny paint over it. You British!” Staying with word games, I completed a word puzzle on my phone and I correctly guessed that the word they were looking for was Hadron as in the Hadron Collider. Having no clue what this was really all about I decided to look it up. I wish I hadront bovvered (see what I did there): “Any member of a class of subatomic particles that are built from quarks and thus react through the agency of the strong force. The hadrons embrace mesons, baryons and their many resonances.” Trouble is I then wanted to know what a quark was.

smacking kids law introduced in Wales for 2022. Whilst being welcomed by most right-minded people it will of course be nothing So: “Any of a number of subatomic particles but bad news for the Cardiff under 14’s carrying a fractional electric charge, postulated Lederhosen Formation Slap Dancing Ensemble as building blocks of the hadrons. Quarks who will no longer be slapping each other as have not been directly observed but theoretical part of their routines unless they are given predictions based on their existence have special dispensation by our First Minister. been confi rmed experimentally.” Oh please! And as for mesons and baryons, we could be Saw this in a local pub on their specials board: here all night. “We Love Local and champion local farms and fisheries.” All very laudable but the first I was at the hairdressers the other day for my item on their menu was Mediterranean Olives. January scalping when the Jimmy Nail song Overheard in the same pub: “Every time we “Ain’t No Doubt - She’s Lying” came on the come here we come here.” You don’t say. wireless. Totally unscripted, we, the masked singers in the chairs and our masked stylists all started to sway and sing to the music in a scene reminiscent from The Full Monty when they all started dancing in the queue at the job centre. Fortunately all sharp implements were downed for a few short minutes and then without further comment, just like in a musical, everybody went back to their day job like nothing had happened. Lockdown has a lot to answer for but that was very funny. The Leader of The Opposition and I were listening to Michael Ball on the wireless. He was interviewing Donny Osmond who A recent WalesOnline article bizarrely claimed had been appearing in panto at the London that GPs were working 40 months an hour Palladium. Donny was speaking about a overtime. I have no doubt they are ridiculously former acting mentor of his who told him the stretched at present, but 40 months an hour? following: “Theatre is the only place where you That’s over three years an hour. The only way can dream in public. Your job as an actor is to do this would be to time travel so maybe to deliver that dream” which we thought was they were referring to Dr Who. In my world this rather good. Oh yes it is. would be like driving at 40 hours a mile which would be quite slow but not unlike trying to negotiate the recent traffic carnage in Cardiff City Centre as they impose bike lanes on the rest of us. Thanks to my cousin Lawrence for this joke. What do you call a Frenchman wearing sandals? Phillipe Flop! Quickly followed by a poem what I writ: The Sainted Mother-In-Law was looking for car insurance now that her stunt driving days are Roses can be red, Violets are purple. Just saying. over. I managed to find a reasonable policy, Finally, a top bathroom tip: Never leave your sorted it out and paid for it. She in turn kindly pile ointment next to your toothpaste! reimbursed me with this immortal covering email: “Thank you, the Monet is in the bank.” I Yamas Chums of course countered this with “There was really no need to give me a priceless impressionist painting but thank you anyway.” As we have observed when people type something wrong it is called a typo. So if I say something wrong is it called a talko? Furthermore, would a typo on a headstone be a grave error? Between typos and autocorrect it’s getting harder to post stuff these days. One tiny mistake and your whole post is urined. Yard)to ensure that we had properly warmed upsince we didn’t want to pull any drinking muscles. Unfortunately, only six of us turned up and a minimum of ten were required or the visit was off. I engaged four old-timerswho were in the bar (could have been the aforementioned ones from the Taff Vale) and asked them whether they fancied having a brewery tour and free beer for the afternoon. Fearing some kind of honey trap, they took The world has taken a strange twist – at least some convincing that my offer was genuine. Cautiously, theyagreed to join us. Picture the the parts I seem to occupy. I have been scene, 5pm on a sunny reading about a proposal for the 2027 Rugby weekday evening at the side World Cup which will prevent any team in red entrance to the Brewery on shirts and green shirts playing each other Caroline Street where four Yard)to ensure that we had properly warmed upsince we didn’t want to pull any drinking because colour blind people often struggle to distinguish between the two. Not criticising them of course but this would affect Wales, pensioners who could barely stand were seen hanging onto a lamppost,for support,rather muscles. Unfortunately, only six of us turned up and a minimum of ten were required or the visit was off. I engaged four old-timerswho were in the bar (could have been the Canada, Ireland, Tonga, Russia, South Africa than illumination. An aforementioned ones from the Taff Vale) and asked them whether they fancied having a and Japan. This had me in mind of that quote afternoon they would brewery tour and free beer for the afternoon. Fearing some kind of honey trap, they took from BBC snooker commentator Ted Lowe who famously said during one of his commentaries: “And for those of you who are watching in black never……remember. A drunk who smelled like a some convincing that my offer was genuine. Cautiously, theyagreed to join us. Picture the scene, 5pm on a sunny and white, the pink is next to the green.” brewery got on a bus and sat weekday evening at the side Interesting lyric we heard on the wireless the other day: “Sports bra and a Maserati car.” Who would have thought of that combination? Apparently many have including a poet called Dave Cox whom I have just “discovered”. Intellectual property rules prevent me quoting any of his work here but I encourage you to look him up. A real comedy genius and hugely refreshing. and a minimum of ten were required or the visit was off. I engaged four old-timers who were in the bar (could have been the down next to a priest. The drunk's shirt was stained, his face was full of bright red lipstick and he had a halfempty bottle of wine sticking out of his pocket. He opened his newspaper and started reading. A couple of minutes later, he asked the priest, "Father, what causes arthritis?" "Mister, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, and contempt for your fellow man," the priest replied. "Imagine that," the drunk muttered. He entrance to the Brewery on Caroline Street where four pensioners who could barely stand were seen hanging onto a lamppost,for support,rather than illumination. An afternoon they would never……remember. I have also been reading Bob Mortimer’s aforementioned ones from the Taff Vale) returned to reading his paper. The priest, thinking about what he had said, turned to the autobiography which I also strongly recommend. Funny, poignant and very clever, but enough about me. In it he recalls a tale about having chronic flatulence as a child and asked them whether they fancied having a brewery tour and free beer for the afternoon. Fearing some kind of honey trap, man and apologised: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?" "I don't have arthritis, Father," the drunk said, "but I just read in the paper that the Pope does." A drunk who smelled like a brewery got on a bus and sat down next to a priest. The they took some convincing that my offer was Staying with the drink, there has always been which was both embarrassing and at times drunk's shirt was stained, his genuine. Cautiously, they agreed to join us. Picture the scene, 5pm on a sunny weekday evening at the side entrance to the Brewery much snobbery attached to wine. Indeed, people make a living from it, but I am making a stand because of the lockdowns. I’m giving up wine,every day,all month. No wait, that’s not very painful. During one particular attack he went to the Doctors who managed to “release the pressure” for him. He quotes the Doctor as saying: “Better an empty house than a face was full of bright red lipstick and he had a halfempty bottle of wine sticking on Caroline Street where four pensioners it. I’m giving up. Wine every day all month! noisy tenant” which I thought was very good. out of his pocket. He opened Presumably this was in the days before the Doctors were working 40 months an hour. who could barely stand were seen hanging onto a lamppost, for support, rather than Two people out on a first date. “Do you like Merlot Tammy?” “Yes,but you don’t pronounce his newspaper and started reading. A couple of minutes later, he asked the priest, "Father, what causes arthritis?" Hasta la Vista.illumination. An afternoon they would “Oh, Ok.” Looks at waiter: “Two "Mister, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, and never…… remember. Merlotsfor me and Ammy.”contempt for your fellow man," the priest replied. "Imagine that," the drunk muttered. He A drunk who smelled like a brewery got Our friend Dr H has trained her dog Daisy to bring her a bottle of red wine. No surprise returned to reading his paper. The priest, thinking about what he had said, turned to the on a bus and sat down next to a priest. really, she’s a Bordeaux collie. I was sat with She Who Must Be Obeyed the other daywhilst man and apologised: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come on so strong. How long have you had The drunk’s shirt was stained, his face arthritis?" "I don't have arthritis, Father," the drunk said, "but I just read in the paper that was full of bright red lipstick and he had the Pope does." a half-empty bottle of wine sticking out of How long have you had arthritis?” “I don’t have arthritis, Father,” the drunk said, “but I founded in 1759 which was exactly the time it tried to just read in the paper that the Pope does.” shift me nearer to my maker. I drank the other three Staying with the drink, there has always been much snobbery attached to wine. Indeed, people make a living from it, I have discovered that there are only 3 shops I really but I am making a stand because of the need during lockdown: Specsavers, Boots and lockdowns. I’m giving up wine, every day, all Greggs. My life is just specs and drugs and sausage month. No wait, that’s not it. I’m giving up. Wine every day all month! rolls. I don’t know about you, but I have had enough of this lockdown malarkey. We don’t have to home school Two people out on a first date. “Do you like Merlot Tammy?” “Yes, but you don’t or anything like that but when the highlight of the pronounce the “t.” “Oh, Ok.” Looks at week was taking the car for an MOT then it’s serious, waiter: “Two Merlots for me and Ammy.” particularly as we both went along for the excitement. Our friend Dr H has trained her dog Daisy to bring her a bottle of red wine. No surprise Here’s one, what about skew-whiff? A phrase we really, she’s a Bordeaux collie. I was sat often hear. Apparently, it comes from the 18th Century with She Who Must Be Obeyed the other weaving industry when something not straight was day whilst she sipped a glass of wine and she said, “I love you so much, you referred to as skew weft (from the warp and weft). Of know. I don’t know how I could ever live course, this should not be confused with the related without you.” I said, “Is that you or the wine talking?” She said, “It’s me talking to the A good friend and neighbour of ours, let’s call her Dr wine.” H, for that is her name, is walking out with Dr R who Finally, a blessing for the drink: God, in his is no stranger to TV and radio presenting. We recently goodness, sent the grapes, to cheer both walked past their front door where a note was pinned. great and small. Little fools will drink too much and great fools none at all. My round. It said: “Please leave parcel at foot of door. Live Radio Programme Being Recorded.” Not to be outdone we rushed home and I penned the following note: “Please

up and released him back into the wild. No harm convicted of stealing mail at gunpoint done………………..well, until next door’s cat got and was sentenced to death by hanging. He refused a pardon in 1833 Staying with hunting, if I were illegally hunting for from President Andrew Jackson and mushrooms, would I have questionable morels? was executed after the Supreme Court Also, what do you call a deer who has lost both ruled he could turn it down if he wanted eyes in a hunting accident? No eye deer. I have decided that when Trump dies, I will give to. No pleasing some folk. his eulogy. I will say: “He is today how he was as Continuing President……….wearing make-up and lying in front the rope theme:I was recently asked by the son of a good friend Soap on of mine if I would write a urology for his Dad’s a rope funeral. I didn’t have the heart to say eulogy Pope on a but I knew what he meant. Anyway, here is ropeMy favourite Mike tale, (he was affectionately known as Gaddafi because of his likeness I once owned one of the chewed pencils which to the former Libyan leader), involved a trip to Paris to watch Wales play France. We Shakespeare used to write his famous works. He used had developed a 20 year relationship with to chew on it so much that I couldn’t tell whether it was a French side and played them home and 2B or not 2B. Staying with the Bard, in days gone by, in order to attract women, I used to use this quote from away on French international weekends. On Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Act III, Scene IV, line 82: this particular trip (Mike’s fi rst), we did it in the old-fashioned way, a bus to Dover, ferry crossing “Hello.”and then on to Paris. I was sitting next to him. At Dover, a uniformed Customs Offi cer came onto I was reading about a court case where the accused our bus and said: “Just hold up your passports was described as “having murderous intent.” I was guys and I will come along and count them and quite disappointed to learn that this had nothing to do you.” Mike turned to me and said “I didn’t know with camping.we needed a passport and I haven’t got one.” I said “oh spiffi ng” or words to that effect. Then, in a Finally, sad news, my friend David has lost his ID. scene reminiscent of a World War 2 prisoner of war Now he is just Dav.escape story, Mike ducked down into the footwell Hasta La Vista Chums next to me and I piled his coat and mine on top of him. I told him not to move, whilst we were both reduced to laughing uncontrollably. The Customs guy walked the bus, did the count, missed Mike guess but it would certainly have caused a major diplomatic incident. Just to be clear: Did you hear about the urologist who was eaten by a bear? He was a meteorologist (meaty urologist, oh please yourselves). The Leader of the Opposition and I were sitting in our socially distanced local, The Funky Furlough, when a lady close by to us asked the Bar Manager if the toilets were still upstairs. He of course confi rmed that they were but I thought this to be a very stupid question. I would have said something like: “I don’t know

I know I have written about sell-buy dates before when madam was but a recent trip to my local supermarket on a Friday last with us but we revealed almost no perishables that would make the following Monday. In fact I had some doubt whether they would make it to the car for the journey home. moved them out to the car park many What is going on because it’s nothing to do with EU months ago as a supply issues? Closer inspection of the packaging direct consequence revealed countries of origin for fruit and veg like of Covid19.” Perhaps Tanzania and Argentina. So these comestibles this is why I do not run are cultivated in exotic climes, picked, packaged, a pub. taken to the port or airport, distributed around UK A wife sent her warehouses then delivered to the shops and put on husband a romantic the shelves with one day left on the sell-buy date. It text message. She wrote: “If you are sleeping, send takes an inordinate amount of skill to supply goods me your dreams. If you are laughing, send me your “just-in-time” with 24 hours to spare. Waste levels smile. If you are eating, send me a bite. If you are drinking, send me a sip. If you are crying, send me

Staying with food, I have been doing some research your tears. I love you.” Her husband texted back: “ into what is no longer manufactured in the UK. The I’m in the toilet, please advise.” list is endless but here is a small sample: Pringles (Belgium), Smarties (Canada), Colman’s English Happy New Year Dear Reader, the Year of the Mustard (Germany), Terrys Chocolate Orange Ox. Apparently this year is going to be lucky (France) and HP (Houses of Parliament) Sauce (The with the Ox representing diligence, persistence

and honesty. Not for going to be Trump’s year

Here’s one for you: “Knock knock.” “Who’s there?” then is it? “Little old lady.” “Little old lady who?” “I had no idea

I am a man of a certain age so my tolerance threshold does not work as well as it used to particularly when being asked to embrace new to heckle was to tease or comb-out flax or hemp fibres. The modern meaning was coined in Dundee in the early 19th century. As the hecklers toiled in the factory, one of the team would read out the days’ news and the others would butt in with constant interruptions and a stream of “furious debate.” With this in mind I have collated some quality put-downs which comics have used to deal with modern day hecklers: Ricky Tomlinson “What size of shoe does your mouth take?” “This is what comes from drinking on an empty head.” “I know where you were when they were handing I recently had a great Zoom call with Mark Dacey (on the leS) who is the dynamic CEO of the brains out………getting an extra helping of Neath Port Talbot Group of Colleges. It does not need me to suggest the uncanny resemblance he has to actor Ricky Tomlinson or vice versa. mouth.” “Do you know, if you wore soundproof trousers no I know I have wriKen about sell-buy dates before but a recent trip to my local supermarket one would hear a word you’re saying.” on a Friday revealed almost no perishables that would make the following Monday. In fact I “Is that your real face or are you still celebrating one day leS on the sell-buy date. It takes an inordinate amount of skill to supply goods “just-had some doubt whether they would make it to the car for the journey home. What is going Halloween?” in-@me” with 24 hours to spare. Waste levels must be astronomical. on because it’s nothing to do with EU supply issues? Closer inspec@on of the packaging “Your bus leaves in 10 minutes... Be under it.” Staying with food, I have been doing some research into what is no longer manufactured in revealed countries of origin for fruit and veg like Tanzania and Argen@na. So these the UK. The list is endless but here is a small sample: Pringles (Belgium), Smar@es (Canada), are cul@vated in exo@c climes, picked, packaged, taken to the port or airport, “Well, it’s a night out for him.. and a night off for his Colman’s English Mustard ( Germany), Terrys Chocolate Orange (France) and HP (Houses of distributed around UK warehouses then delivered to the shops and put on the shelves with family.” Parliament) Sauce (The Netherlands). Staggering. Here’s one for you: “Knock knock.” “Who’s there?” “LiKle old lady.” “LiKle old lady who?” “I need you like Van Gogh needed stereo.”“I had no idea you could yodel.” I walked into our local bar, The Moaning Monet and I am a man of a certain age so my tolerance threshold does work as well as it used to saw Van Gogh sitting at the end on a bar stool. I par@cularly when being asked to embrace new technology. I was therefore heartened when shouted “Hey Vince do you want a drink?” She Who Must Be Obeyed suggested I download a new app called What3Words. This is a naviga@on aid which divides the World into 3 metre squares and gives each square a unique He shouted back: “No thanks, I’ve already got one combina@on of three words. I s@ll drive about a lot for business, believe it or not and I was ear.” assured that this system would be much more accurate than using our sat nav. I used it for the first @me the other day and the unique three word loca@on I was looking for was “You Adios Amigos Are Lost!” Design fault or user error? CARDIFF TIMES 11