I remember some years ago, when I was a smoker, our ten year old son suddenly annoucing to everyone at home, that he smoked. I jumped up from the dinner table after almost choking on my Yorkshire pud, and started ranting on at him about the dangers and continued, in shock, to hail verbal abuse across the table at him. It was only when I sat back down, he said with a quivering soft voice, "I'm sorry dad, (gulp!) but I only smoke when you and others around me smoke." Well, I can honestly say two minutes later that one little heart-breaking sentence had me choking on a Capstan full stengh ciggy out in the back garden.
That's a true story, well, apart from the Capstan... It was actually a B&H.
I gave up not long after that.
I also remember whilst driving, I threw a lit cig out of the window but it blew back into the car and fell down between my legs! It's a good job there was no oncoming traffic or there would have been a right pile up.
I was too concerned with what that red hot cindering dimp was about to do to my nether regions more than anything else in the world.
I often think back to them days and just how dangerous this wicked habbit can be. For those who want to give it up, just ask yourself who's in control here? You, or the deadly weed? You
can beat it.
