Got More Flavour Than A Pack Of Cheese & Onion

As Mr William Smith once appositely mused, sometimes I have cause to wonder how the smell from a grill could spark up nostalgia. Remembrance of times past can occur at funny times and have funny prompts, but in this little tale the spark for idle reveries of memory was not from a cookout, but bizarrely from a trip to the dentists. Where is this going, you ask. Well let me tell you a story. One of my best friends is a dentist in London town and as such I am able to get fine toothwork on tap. Lucky me. But a recent visit to get the old gnashers a quick once over provided more value than a clean oral bill of health. For it was at the tooth doctor's that I had the pleasure of meeting a true living legend of hip-hop. For one of my friend's patients is none other than Mr Rodney P, he of pioneering UK group London Posse, and true top man of the UK scene. Incredible luck for me that he happened to be having a check-up after my own, and so my chance came to meet an idol. However, I had received an injection for a small filling and so my meeting with the man who had provided a key element to the soundtrack of my youth wasn't quite the dream meeting of minds I would have hoped. Rather than offer up my ultimate respect in an effortlessly mellow and suave manner, my numb mouth produced only a muffled, drool inflected greeting, followed by a hasty red-faced retreat to curse my cavity and distinct lack of cool in the face of a hero. The one silver lining to this story of social inadequacy is of course that I went back home and dug out Gangster Chronicle, slapped it on and was instantly reminded of just how good the London Posse were. So thank you Mr P, and indeed Bionic, for the memories. Now all I need is to bump into Hijack down at Asda and life really will be complete.