Working class teeth

When my dad was in his 30's and working on the trawlers out of Grimsby he went off to the dentist and had all his teeth out to be replaced with false ones. The real ones were 'an inconvenience'.

Mr 'The Butcher' B****l looked after my teeth during their formative years and as his practise sat next to Grimsby Docks, the idea that time should be spent on something as insignificant as straightness probably never entered his head. Maybe he was right?

35 years later I smile with my lips held down tightly over my mangled set.

However they are excellent for allowing me to mimic the Buffy The Vampire, Vampire transformation. I'll post at some time.