The Venice of the West

For some reason, I’ve not had much to say blogwise recently. Blogging does come and go.

Anyway, its Tuesday today so it was back to stare into the eyes of Stylianos once again for root canal treatment. Indeed today had the excitement of teaching him some new vocabulary – to grind one’s teeth. I hope that is more useful to him than “…. er…. make like this,…” complete with hand and finger movements which is what he was using to describe teef-grinding. Forgive me, dear reader, for not enquiring what the Greek for this phrase is. I was a little distracted at the time.

Hopefully this will be the last of the Tuesday root canal treatments. Today’s theological reflection while lying back and gazing into Greek peepers was to wonder whether my teeth disprove evolution? How can evolution have resulted in anyone having such terrible teeth? How come with all these canals in my chops I’ve not had enquiries from trainee gondoliers looking for experience? And why above all other questions did any God make my mouth to be the Venice of the West?


  1. I can sympathize I’ve had a few root canals done, one last week, which resulted in me having to go back for antibiotics in pain worse than normal toothache. The dentist told me she may have drilled through the root so the only option would be to pull it out which she wanted to do there and then – or I could try antibiotics. I found myself thinking about all the women who have asked me to change electrical plugs for them while she was telling me this.

  2. Zebadee says

    You have our sympathy. It must be your genes passed onto you from your parents one of whome is suffering in exactly the same way

  3. Ritualist Robert says

    I don’t think your teeth disprove evolution, good Fr, just that not all genetic mutations are positive one. Change for change’s sake, I’m afraid.

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