"Return to Edinburgh please," I say, glancing across at the train arriving at the opposite platform.
"You’ll not get that one,” the ticket operative remarks, flatly.
I’ll not get that one! Now that’s the reason he’s sat at the other side of a sheet of glass spewing forth boring little pieces of reformed rainforest, while I’m partly in charge of a semi-successful, often creative production company.
I’ll show you 'not get that one’. I snatch up the tickets (which I sense he has spewed forth a tad slower than usual to help prove his point) and bolt for the door. I have learnt, and he obviously hasn't, that we’re not limited by what we can’t do, but what we think we can’t do. The world isn't made up of people who can and people who can’t. It’s made up of people who can, some of whom think they can’t. It’s all about having the right mental attitude which, if you ask me, he hasn’t.
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Friday, 10 February 2017
Wednesday, 9 December 2015
IRON MOUTH
“I don’t know what
I’m looking at," said the dentist, as we clustered round the screen to
examine my X-ray.
That, I thought,
was an unusual thing for a dentist to say. Because if there’s one
thing you can be sure about with dentists it's that they always know what they’re looking at. And exactly how to describe it to the
person whose job it is to write it down. Without questioning. Let’s
face it, when was the last time you heard a dental assistant say: “Hang on a
minute, slow down a bit. Are you absolutely sure you got that right?
Doesn’t sound very likely to me.” You don't. Because when it
comes to the inside of your mouth, there are no surprises. There’s nothing
there that doesn’t have a name. And the dentist knows what it is.
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