Aug/060
Giving up smoking. Again.
I remember being in a cab in London the last time I gave up smoking and mentioning it to the cabbie who was on his 3rd Benson in 5 miles. He said:
‘Yeh, mate – I give up fags every single morning. But I’m always on them again by the time I finish my breakfast’
I know just what he means.
So having accidentally got back on the fags again a couple of months ago due to a short ‘fuck it’ attack, it’s now well past time to quit. Again. But this time will be the last. Why would I ever want to smoke another stinking face tube in my whole life? They’re so bad for you and what do you get out of it? Nothin’.
The only thing is that when I quit fags I do get very snappy and suffer a severe sense of humour failure. I was a little worried that it would affect my working relationship with the company in London, but frankly I’ve been so arsey with them for the past week anyway – no one will notice!
