The Tooth.....

.......the whole tooth, and nothing but the tooth!
Actually it’s the Royal Oak pub in Wigan, which was the first sight I saw after coming out of the dentist opposite, having had an infected tooth removed!
Full of numbing juice, woozy and dribbling, it reminded me of the times I came out of there on Friday night after a ‘session’ with my mates.....when I was about 16!!
I had to suck a pack of Polo Mints to freshen up before running the mum gauntlet!!