"A word on the spot is worth a cartload of recollections"
James Maggs, Southwold diarist 1797-1890

Thursday, 1 April 2010

The Evil Weed

At school my housemaster called tobacco "the Evil Weed". He was dead right of course. I thought I knew better though, as teenagers do, and so I saddled myself with an addiction that's been with me ever since.

I've stopped a few times. In the last few years I've become a bit of an expert on Giving Up Smoking. In fact I've got it down pat. My problem is STAYING a non-smoker.

Anyway, from tonight I'm going to start another "break" from the Evil Weed, and this time it's public. Let's see how it goes.

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