Not every visit to a Japanese dentist...

...ends in a horror story. Although I've heard tales of nine-hour long wisdom tooth pulling sessions et al. I'm pretty damn chuffed with the service and the shiny replacement filling I have to repair the damage left by my previous NHS dentist. Of course, it cost me about 45 quid this time around, but I'm led to believe that's a hefty discount on account of the dentist playing rugby with a friend of mine. Or something.

By way of comparison, here is the sludgy gray mess that represents the ten year old efforts of my godawful patronising bastard NHS dentist. Yes I mean you, Dr. Beattie - you made my girlfriend cry, you fucked up four of my teeth and you're fat. Sausage fingers.

Interestingly, the only kind of anaesthetic they used, if any, was a simple spray despite the depth of the drilling and proximity to the pulp. No lop-sided numb-face syndrome this time around...