I’m not one for new years resolutions, but I really am trying to give up smoking. I’ve been habitually, occasionally smoking for years now. But in the last few months I’ve realised the horrible thing … for the first time ever, I’m actually addicted. A day or two can’t pass without horrible needings.
So this is it, got to do it properly and stop.
We are in the bar after the comedy tonight. Gigs have gone well, we are happy and drinking. It must be about 2am. Mike Manera comes back to the table with a scary grin on his face and three packets of cigarettes in his hand. It seems the fag machine has broken. you put a pound it, it comes back out, but registers.
Cut to five minutes later, we are all sat at the table with three packets of fags.
How the hell am I going to give up now? I’m skint, these are free. How can a skint man turn down free things? It’s not possible.
I’ll give up in 60 cigarettes time…
APOLOGY
The glorious comedian that is Mr Simon Douglass has read this not blog and asked me to point out that it was in fact he who discovered the flaw in the cigarette machine. In my haze of drunkeness I got this mixed up I heartily apologise. It makes sense as Mr Douglass has a well paid job and so is the type to buy cigarettes from pub machines…whereas myself and M Manera are far more likely to blag them of other people, mainly Simon, and so wouldn’t have approached the machine in the first place. I apologise to all concerned for this drunken slur…