So some more dentistry rubbish this time based on SO2 EP1 so some spoilers later on if you haven't seen it.
When I was first offered my place at Glamorgan, I was terribly excited. Just after my VT I'd discovered dentistry wasn't for me, all that breathing gurgling and snorting made my flesh crawl. Please don't get me wrong, it wasn't the smell, oh goodness did my patients smell, but it was their vitality that really made me shudder. Throughout my training I'd always preferred the phantom heads to the real patients, and would often call for unnecessary study models so I could study my more complicated cases away from the hot wobbling flesh hole in which my real interest usually resided.
This was why, so soon into my career I applied to study for an MSc in Forensic Odontology. Oh the wonders of cold, unmoving flesh, harsh cream bones, fragments of jaw and joy upon joy paper dental records. The musty manilla of NHS record cards on which successive hands of nurses and dentists have plotted away the life of the corpse in front of me. My favourite part of the job, matching the quivering jellied mess on the table to those musty envelopes, the excitement I feel everytime is palpable, the thrill of the chase, and the joy of a case closed.
However my tutors were somewhat concerned, I believe, I was rather attracted to the darker aspects of the work. Uninterested in discovering rapists from their bite marks, I wanted to study those stripped bones, the greying mass, the lives extinguished. So I wasn't surprised when I was called into Professor Carabot's dark little office. I'd been studying for about 18months, and unlike my colleagues I hadn't been drawn to either the Disastor Relief Organisations or the Police Forensic Science departments. In fact my only real extra-curricular draw had been Modern Eugenics. Still a rather frowned upon doctrine, even 60 years after the Nazi's fell.
I was however intrigued when Dr Carabot was not alone for this meeting, I've often discovered people like to keep their dealings with me, quiet. There was a tall ginger gent, standing behind her desk, black umbrella swinging in his hands and a dangerous smirk on his face.
"Come and sit down Green" Dr Carabot said sternly, and I wondered briefly if my private collection of 'artifacts' had been discovered in the fridge in my diggs, perhaps this man was a policeman.
When he started speaking I realised no, definiately not a policeman.
"You are Dr Lancely Green? Lately of the turner Dental School, Manchester?"
"Yes?" I answered, "I was briefly employed at the Oasis Dental Practice Salford as a VT, and now I'm here doing my MSc" I felt I should clarify
"Quite" the man said again, frowning and staring at the tip of his umbrella. "You have no interest in criminal investigation, Dr Green?"
"Erm, no, er...Sir?" I stammered
"Good, good" he mused for a few moments before fixing me with his entire stare "Well, I've spoken with Ms Carabot here, and the school is happy to award you with full honours your MSc immeadiately, and I will expect you to start work next Monday morning" he smiled obviously unaware that I hadn't a clue of what he was talking.
"Excuse me, Sir?" I stammered like an idiot again, "but I haven't a clue to what you are referring?"
"Dr Green, on Monday you will start in the employ of the crown, a suite of rooms have been arranged for you in a small house in York Terrace, we require your...unique...sensibilities, now if you excuse me I must be off"
"Sir?" I stopped him "You should know, I am an awful dentist"
"Yes, Dr Green, but I am assured a wonderfully macabre Forensic Odontologist".
With a flick of his umbrella he was gone, and I was left alone and stunned sitting in Professor Carabot's office.
Going to leave this here for the minute,may update later on.
Jas xxx