When I was young, the beast of a dentist I went to didn't give injections for fillings, just 'drilled n' filled' as much as he could, often looming over me smelling of fags. His premises were in a tenement flat, and I'd watch him from the waiting room (the lounge of the flat) nipping across the road to the betting shop. Hequote[ruined]my teeth, and put me off dentists for life. How I hated going there, and, towards the end of her life, my mother actually apologised to me for having sent me there.
I bet I'm not the only one with similar experiences. Makes me angry now to think about it - feel like writing his name here! It's a very unusual one which I've never since seen, and will be lodged in my brain for ever.