Part of a hilarious Charlie Brooker rant in The Guardian: -
Sphere: Related ContentAny member of the public who voluntarily pays to read magazines stuffed with candid photographs of celebrities walking down the street clutching shopping bags is suffering from an acute form of mental illness that hasn’t been diagnosed yet, but surely will if there is an atom of hope left in the world, because a civilian flipping through Heat in their lunch break is the human equivalent of a cow being stunned by a captive bolt pistol prior to slaughter - except the cow, at least, dies for a purpose.
That is very good - but who doesn’t leaf through such crap when waiting for dental treatment?
In a dentist’s queue, MrZhisou, you do any unimaginable actions so as to forget what’s looming.
Thatis true, though I used to have a lovely polish dental assistant who would massage my shoulder whilst the real dentist injected me with a pint of anaesthetic.
It was still horrible.
The bill wasn’t much better.
It was just pain, pain, pain - apart from the polish woman.