Just say no. <sniff>
Me and tobacco, my final addiction apart from a sufficiency of port, said farewell on Sunday 12 May 1991. My last blast was a small cigar in the Cock of the North, Henleaze, also known as the Kebab and Calculator, and now more sedately as the Westbury Tavern so as not to upset anybody. Me and Class A were never really an item - they made me feel far too good, so I went no further. The chemical stockpile they call my breakfast turns my wee orange, which is as close to recreational as I am likely to get. Breaks the ice at parties.
Such is life.
