Tuesday, 3 Mar 1998 Stayed at Mum’s in “Poo Town” last night – trip to the dentist this morning.  Root canal on a pre-molar, upper left quadrant.  Fucking painful.  Even popped a tranquilizer before I left – no bloody effect at all.  Gonna neck half a dozen of the bastards next time. Got into work to be confronted with the galling aspect of Bett being … Continue reading So Bett Won a Betting Competition.