My Doctor Who read-through has reached yet another milestone.

Today I’ve started reading the novelisation of the 100th TV Doctor Who story – The Stones of Blood, which appeared as the 3rd story in the Key to Time season (aka Season 16).  I happen to rather like this season, not least because it includes one of my favourite companions (the first incarnation of Romana, played by Mary Tamm), although this isn’t my favourite story in the season (I think that honour would probably go to the next story – The Androids of Tara, which is essentially a retelling of the story of the Prisoner of Zenda with a few SF twists and one of the best sword fight scenes in all of Doctor Who).

Although this is the 100th story in the TV series, it’s the 99th one in the series of novelisations as the previous story (The Pirate Planet, written by Douglas Adams, no less) was the first of about half a dozen stories never to be officially novelised.  Apparently this was due to a disagreement between Adams and the publishers (Target Books) about contractual details.  Fortunately, there exists an unauthorised/unofficial novelisation by David Bishop, formerly of the New Zealand Doctor Who Fan Club, which is freely available online in PDF format (along with the other stories missing from the Target line).

Furthermore, it’s not the 100th book in my Doctor Who library as I also have quite a few original novels (and a number of audiobooks), all within the span of the classic series Doctors (including, or in addition to, depending on your point-of-view, the 8th Doctor).  In fact, this is number 135 or so out of about 250 in my library (in the internal chronological order in which I’m reading them), so I’m just over half way through.



About 9 months ago, I mentioned that my last.fm library stats had reached 1000 plays for Johann Sebastian Bach (one of my two favourite composers) and suggested that Ludwig van Beethoven (my other favourite composer) would probably be passing the same milestone before too long.

Well, that time came and went (accidentally) unheralded some time last year – I’m currently up to 1,043 plays for Beethoven (probably 1,044 by the time I finish writing this) and 1,105 for Bach), but now seems like as good a time as any future occasion to post the quote with which I had intended to celebrate my first Beethoven millenium.

This is an inspirational quote from the maestro himself, which I discovered (on Facebook, as I recall) sometime last year:

To play a wrong note is insignificant; to play without passion is inexcusable.

A very small expenditure of time with your favourite search engine should show you, if you care to look, that this quote shows up on many websites – some of them with fancy typography or nice graphics (NB that’s a mathematician’s, inclusive, or!), although I don’t recall having come across it before last year.  I have, however, even without searching for it, come across it several times since my first encounter.

Anyone who has ever heard me play an instrument will know that I frequently play wrong notes.  I do try, though I’m not sure how succesfully, to play at all times with passion.

Not Forever Young

I don’t, as a rule, tend to think of public toilets as good places to indulge in photography.

However, I was in a pub/restaurant this afternoon (the Fairy Glen in Dwygyfylchi, in case you were wondering – NB I recommend their roast duck in cherry sauce if you happen to be passing through and looking for a tasty, large and reasonably priced meal) and, when I nipped to the gents’, I saw a poster that amused me.  Since there was nobody else in there at the time and I happened to have my phone (with built-in camera) in my pocket, I decided to take a quick snapshot of it for posterity.

Here it is:
Young Once

In case for some reason the image doesn’t show up, it says:

You’re only young once but you can be immature for ever.

Better out than in

Warning: if you’re extra-squeamish you may want to avoid reading this post (or at least looking at the picture towards the end), though it’s really not too bad.

By and large, I have a very healthy set of teeth (or so my dentist assures me).

However, I’ve had recurring problems with one particular tooth, which I have mentioned before.  The last – hopefully in both senses of the word – chapter in the saga of this tooth is now (mostly) completed.

The latest problem manifested itself about 3 weeks ago, ironically the day after my last dental checkup, at which my teeth were given a clean bill of health.  While eating a chocolate bar in the middle of the evening, I bit down on a nut and my filling detached itself and fell out. Because it wasn’t causing me any actual pain, I didn’t bother to go for an emergency dental appointment but phoned up the next morning to book the first available non-emergency appointment, which happened to be this afternoon.

In the intervening weeks the tooth continued to not give me any pain (although the constant worry that it might suddenly begin to hurt considerably wasn’t very much fun to live with) but various bits of it flaked off until the top was fairly level and about half the original height (of the visible bit).

After a quick examination of the tooth today (and an explanation that the lack of pain was due to the lack of live nerves in the top of the tooth as, presumably, they died off once the tooth was filled), the dentist offered me two options – either have a crown fitted or have the tooth extracted.  Since the difference is apparently just cosmetic – i.e. there are no significant disadvantages to just having the tooth removed other than a bit of a gap and since my teeth are already fairly uneven (and it’s not a front tooth) I’m not too worried about that) – and the crown is considerably more expensive, I decided to go for the extraction option.

The other choice I was given was to have it removed immediately or book another appointment to have it done later.  I decided that I’d rather get it over and done with instead of spending the next several days or weeks worrying about how much it might hurt etc.  Two minutes later, I was sitting in the dentist’s waiting room waiting for my gums to go numb following an anaesthetic injection.

The actual extraction took place about 10 minutes later and took less than a minute.  Despite the anaesthetic, I could feel the tooth being pulled out, though it wasn’t too painful.  The worst bit was the crunching sound I could hear as the tooth came out.

I was quite fascinated to see the tooth after it came out.  I was aware that teeth have roots that go well below the visible bit, but I hadn’t appreciated (or had forgotten – as I’m sure I’ve seen complete teeth, or at least pictures of them, in museums and school science lessons) quite how big the root is compared to the upper part of the tooth.  Even given that half of my tooth had fallen off, the root is still considerably longer than the top bit.

I asked for, and was given, the tooth (or what’s left of it) to bring home as a souvenir.  Here it is, alongside the filling:
Tooth and Filling

This was just a fairly quick photo I took this afternoon to illustrate this post.  The lighting conditions were not great (it being a fairly overcast afternoon – I used a torch to supplement the light) and I’m not feeling at my best this soon after having a tooth ripped out.  I hope to get some better pictures soon – keep an eye on my Flickr photostream if you want to see them (but don’t hold your breath, as it may be a while before I get round to taking any more).

I’m hoping that the exit wound from my tooth will heal nice and quickly and the extra large gap in my teeth won’t be a problem.  At least it will serve as a constant reminder to keep looking after my remaining teeth properly.