9 June 2011
Had a great lunch, at the Cricketers pub next door, with Mark Jenkins and Simon Walker, contemporary school friends of son Miles but also my friends which I suppose is not surprising as I have known them for over 30 years, and in any event I seem to still have the mental age of 40-year-old which puts me on an equal footing so far as the conversation is concerned. I say 40-year-old but horror of horrors to be more accurate they are nearer 50 than 40. What in my youth we would certainly have called middle-aged but to me they still look like young lads.
Miles is godfather to each of one of their children. Our conversation ranged over my favourite topic, the Big Bang and the universe to the horrors that went on at school when they were ‘new guv’s’, i.e the traditional initiation ceremonies that went on for new boys during their first week. I think it was just as well we didn’t know about such things and certainly the boys would never complain to their parents, it simply was ‘not done’. Had they done so their life would have been hell probably for the whole of the first term. I suspect today much of those traditions, which can only be called bullying, have been stamped out. The boys looked after me wonderfully well over lunch – Mark happily fed me – and when we returned to the house the boys hoisted me into my study chair like seasoned nurses.
I have received the decision of the Investigating Committee of the General Dental Council. It was a complete whitewash and really defies common sense.
As, apparently, there is no appeal against this decision, I now have to consider whether to take a civil action against this dishonest dentist or seek a judicial review. The point being, as I have made all along, I am not a vexatious litigant but am simply fighting the cause for the common man (the man on the Clapham omnibus) who may be slightly overawed by a professional man and not be articulate enough to challenge him.
A little bit of fun to finish with.
The Sensitive Man
A woman meets a man in a bar.
They talk; they connect; they end up leaving together..
They get back to his place,
And as he shows her around his apartment.
She notices that one wall of his bedroom is completely filled with soft, sweet, cuddly teddy bears.
There are three shelves in the bedroom,
With hundreds and hundreds of cute,
Cuddly teddy bears carefully placed
In rows, covering the entire wall!
It was obvious that he had taken quite some time to lovingly arrange them
And she was immediately touched
By the amount of thought he had put into organizing the display.
There were small bears all along the bottom shelf,
Medium-sized bears covering the length of the middle shelf,
And huge, enormous bears running all the way along the top shelf.
She found it strange for an obviously masculine guy
To have such a large collection of Teddy Bears,
They share a bottle of wine and continue talking and,
After awhile, she finds herself
‘Oh my God! Maybe, this guy could be the one!
Maybe he could be the future father of my children?’
She turns to him and kisses him lightly on the lips
He responds warmly.
They continue to kiss, the passion builds,
And he romantically lifts her in his arms and carries her into his bedroom
Where they rip off each other’s clothes and make hot, steamy love.
She is so overwhelmed that she responds with more passion,
More creativity, more heat than she has ever known.
After an intense, explosive night of raw passion with this sensitive guy,
They are lying there together in the afterglow. The woman rolls over, gently strokes his chest and asks coyly,
‘Well, how was it?’
The guy gently smiles at her, strokes her cheek, looks deeply into her eyes, and says:
‘Help yourself to any prize from the middle shelf’