Atlantis, and other things easier to find than an NHS dentist

BAD teeth due to being British? Theoretically an NHS dentist can treat you, but due to underfunding and greed you would have more luck finding these: 

The lost continent of Atlantis

When sunken ships can be stumbled across, an entire lost civilisation should be a piece of piss. Decode a few ancient manuscripts, chart volcanic and/or meteor activity, hire a decent submarine. With a bit of prep it would take an afternoon at most. Whereas even a dentist who takes NHS patients won’t consider letting you on the waiting list.

A needle in a haystack

Hay is grass. Needles are metal. A metal detector from Argos and you’ll solve this proverbial conundrum in minutes. Finding an NHS dentist will require widespread industry reform and better pay for workers, all of which would make Tory newspapers angry, so you’ll just have to keep paying £220 a filing for now.

The clitoris

Not as difficult to locate as its reputation suggests. It’s tucked underneath a little hood like a teenage criminal, but you’ll know when you find it because of the intense reaction. Also its owner is keen to to give directions. Meanwhile NHS dentists look like regular people and their surgeries are just normal buildings. You could be one, for all you know.

Your soulmate

There are billions of people in this world, which makes finding the one a daunting prospect. Luckily though most people are happy to settle. NHS dentists are fewer in number and in much higher demand, and there are no apps ready to hook you up with them during a late-night swiping session.

Enlightenment

Buddhists make finding inner peace sound impossible. But if you obey their teachings, which they’ve been kind enough to jot down, you’ll achieve a higher plane of existence in 20 to 30 years at the outside. Sit under a tree and you’re halfway there. While NHS dentists were allowed to exit the Wheel of Karma in 2011 by the Cameron government.

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Are you a talented sportsman who enjoys getting shitfaced? Why not play cricket

ARE you good at sport? But too keen on making a living for athletics, and too keen on going out on the lash for football? Why not give cricket a try? 

Yes, in this country cricket may not be a sport anyone but red-faced all-day drinkers care about, but it has an international following. Wages are good, your memoir will sell and best of all you can get as pissed as you like without consequence.

Football? Its drinking days are over. You’ll earn millions, but you’ll be living on steamed chicken and rice until you’re 40. And your club will force you to marry your childhood sweetheart and have five kids to boost your stability and transfer value.

But cricket? While the sport may be sedate, it’s played by true wildmen. Look at Brydon Carse, handcuffed outside a Derby nightclub. In the background? Ben Stokes, who was straight out on the piss after winning the first test against New Zealand.

And that’s after Harry Brook got punched by a bouncer in NZ last winter and the whole team was out getting wrecked in Australia. It’s a global stag do that never ends.

The game itself? You’d have to be smashed to even understand it. A level of hungover befuddlement is the ideal accompaniment to playing cricket. You won’t understand what’s going on but nor will you care. And if it rains you’ll be sinking pints before noon.

So if you’re sporty but can’t be arsed with all that clean living bollocks, pick up a bat and give cricket a try. Cheating encouraged. All applicants must be cheerful losers.