Porcelain Veneers: The Best Thing I Ever Purchased

Whenever you talk about beauty stuff, almost inevitably what will come up is the temporary stuff such as self tanners that fade, make up that you wash off, or hair color that will grow out. Even things such as botox or other fillers will only last a few months.

However, today I want to talk about something more permanent and what I think is a worthwhile investment and that is your teeth. I recently splurged on some cosmetic dentistry, porcelain veneers to be exact, and I want to share with you why I truly feel like this is the best thing I have ever purchased.

First, I will not lie, the cost of porcelain veneers is a lot. However, I do not regret the amount I spent for a single second. Here is a lowdown of my cosmetic dentistry experience. I hope it helps you make the decision that is right for you.

Why Consult a Cosmetic Dentist?

When you are considering cosmetic dentistry it is a good idea to consult a dentist who specializes in cosmetic dentistry. I took the time and consulted several cosmetic dentists who specialize in these types of procedures. These consultations gave me some great insight into what the procedure would consist of as well as what the cost might be.

For me, the best choice ended up being Birkbeck Dentistry in Sidcup. I felt comfortable at this practice because the dentists there are all very friendly, informative, and were able to work with exactly what I wanted and needed.

Choosing the Right Cosmetic Dentist

When it comes to choosing the right cosmetic dentist the choice is really up to you. When you visit the office you want to make sure that you are comfortable with the person who is going to be spending a decent amount of time working in your mouth. If you are not comfortable with the initial consultation, you are not going to be comfortable during the actual procedure.

Make sure that you read reviews about the cosmetic dentist that you are considering. In addition, you want to make sure that the office staff answers all of the questions that you have about the work that you are going to have done. If you feel like they are not being straightforward with you or that the office is trying to sell you on a procedure you simply do not need, look somewhere else.

What I Had Done

I will not lie, my teeth were kind of a mess before I had this procedure completed. All of my teeth were quite discolored and I had a couple of teeth that were simply not shaped right. I also had one tooth that was chipped and needed to be fixed.

The great thing about veneers is that they can fix almost any issue that you may have. Essentially, veneers are like new enamel that are placed over your old teeth to make them look almost new.

I will say that before I went in for my first appointment I decided to whiten up the rest of my teeth. This was recommended because veneers are designed to match the teeth around them. Since I wanted my teeth to match and be whiter, it was important to undergo a whitening process first as veneers cannot be whitened once they are in place. Luckily, Birkbeck Dentistry offers this service as well.

After a few whitening treatments I went in to have the veneers made. The procedure was actually fairly painless, but it does take some time.

After everything I am now happy with my new smile and I would highly recommend considering veneers if you truly want your amazing smile back.


“That’s brilliant,” said Lucifer, laughing over his morning newspaper.
“What is?” said Lili, his wife.
“The Pope’s announced that animals go to Heaven. Hilarious.”
Lili sighed quietly. He’d promised and promised he wouldn’t bring his work home and here they were again. Her friends told her Lucifer was a dull, officious, self-obsessed, workaholic prick but did she listen?
She thought for a moment.
“That’s a problem, isn’t it?” she said.
“What do you mean?” he said, looking at her over his reading glasses.
“Animals going to Heaven. There’s a corollary.”
“Come again?” Like many successful men from privileged backgrounds, not being too bright hadn’t proved a barrier to Lucifer’s meteoric fall.
“There are ethical and moral implications, aren’t there?”
“Do what?”
“Only good animals go to Heaven, don’t they?”
“You’ll be getting the bad ones.”
“And what about the philosophical considerations?”

Lucifer pretended he knew what she was talking about by looking thoughtful.
“I mean, how do you decide what constitutes a good or a bad animal?” said Lili.
“Right, right,” said Lucifer.
“’I was only following orders’ isn’t a defence against damnation for a human, but what about a dog that’s been trained to bite people by its owner?”
“Biting people is bad.”
“Does the dog know that though? What about a foul-mouthed parrot?”
“Are they?”
“Swearing’s bad.”
“You want to be surrounded by parrots effing and jeffing all day?”
“Of course not.”
“What about behavioural determinism?”
“I don’t think we need worry about that,” said Lucifer. He’d only mentioned animals going to Heaven for a laugh.
“I think we do. What about the thieving magpie?”
“Is it? Even though stealing shiny things is in its nature? How it was created?”
“Look,” said Lucifer, throwing the newspaper down on the table. “Biting dogs? Bad. Swearing parrots? Bad. Thieving magpies? Bad.” He got up, grabbed his hat and briefcase, and headed for the door. “I’m taking them all,” he said over his shoulder.
“Good,” said Lili, grinning a terrible grin.

Lucifer’s desk was covered in birdshit. A dozen parrots were screaming obscenities at him from on top of the stationery cupboard. They made him blush. His arm was in a sling after a Bichon Frisé from Northampton had taken a chunk out of it. The little bastard had chewed Lucifer’s brogues as well. And where in Hell were his favourite cufflinks?

Lili went to Mauritius for the duration. She didn’t send as much as a postcard.

Black Pitch

It had been a long meeting for the chief of the intelligence service. The Prime minister had brought a list again. There was little sign that he might be nearing the end of it.
“OK if we can’t do that what about if we coated let’s say packets of playing cards or dirty magazines or cigarettes with I don’t know anthrax no Ebola and then airdropped them on these terrorist johnnies what’s to stop us doing that?” said the Prime Minister.
“Morality, sir?” said chief of the intelligence service, the word strange in his mouth. He was not used to being on the side of the angels. His every synapse was white hot with the effort of keeping weary disdain from his voice. “Children may find the items instead.”
“Morality. I’m always forgetting that, aren’t I?” the Prime minister said with unmalicious honesty. He grinned stupidly and reddened. In the long years of his premiership he had not once thought of an idea that would not have seen them all either imprisoned for life or possibly publicly and horribly murdered. This failure had not depressed, deflected or discouraged him. Rather, he saw it as some kind of continuing intellectual challenge. He found it fun and stimulating. Whatever else, he certainly thought his ideas worth sharing. He picked up another scrap of paper.
“Apronknickers. Now your lady can be a cook in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom without any of the fuss!”
“I beg your pardon, Prime Minister?”
“Sorry, sorry, that’s something else. I’m thinking of going back to advertising when this is all over. That’s a slogan I came up with all by myself.”
The chief of the intelligence service was torn. He had not been able to decide which was more dangerous, the Prime Minister getting re-elected or being released back into the wild. It was quite possible that, unsupervised, the man could be a pain in his service’s arse for decades to come.
“I’ve received a very interesting letter from a man who says he can make terrorists infertile,” said the Prime Minister.

Invitation to a christening

“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen,” said Sven Mayhem, “to the inaugural meeting of our organisation. Before we turn to the agenda, I just need to remind you all that the toilets are next to reception and, in the event of a fire, the alarm will sound and we should all congregate in the car park. Now, our first item of business is a plenary session. I’d like it if we could make suggestions for what our organisation should be called. I’ll throw it open to the group.”


Janice Megaton raised her hand.
“Yes, Janice,” said Sven, “go ahead.”
“Thank you,” said Janice. “I’d like to go against the conventional thinking concerning the naming of organisations such as ours. They always tend to be intimidating which sets people against us from the outset.”
There was a murmuring of intrigued agreement from the other delegates.
“Instead of something like SPIDER or the Cabal of Horror, we should go with something light hearted that will sound ridiculous in the mouths of politicians and journalists.” said Janice. “Imagine a Prime Minister saying ‘We will fight Uncle Bobo’s Fun Farm with every resource at our disposal’ or ‘Your Pants are one of the greatest threats we face’.”
“It’s an excellent idea,” said Viktor Klaw. “I’d say though that our name be a single word. To avoid embarrassment, world leaders and the media would simply refer to Uncle Bobo’s Fun Farm as UBFF and Your Pants as YP.”
“URANUS,” said Sir Ronald Treachery. “‘We will not stand for the atrocities committed by URANUS.’”
“How about DOGSHIT?” said Archbishop Savage, the Clergyman of Chaos, “‘The President today promised to stamp hard on DOGSHIT.’ That way we could also raise awareness of the blight on our pavements.”
Nobody spoke. Somebody coughed.
“Got it,” said Janice, at last. “LOVE. Imagine it. ‘The government promises to fight LOVE at both home and abroad.’ ‘LOVE has no place in a civilised society, said the Prime Minister.’ ‘LOVE represents a twisted ideology that will never win, writes Johnny Pundit.’”
“And it could stand for League of Violent Extremists as well,” said Viktor.
“Well, I think we’ve heard enough,” said Sven. “Let’s put it to the vote. Who agrees we should be called LOVE?”
Every hand in the room was raised.
“Excellent,” said Sven, crossing out Item One on his agenda. “I think we can take an early coffee break.