I'm halfway through quitting for the second time, I'm on the patches and haven't had one in a fortnight. I stopped ten years ago after 25 years of smoking but I started again about 18 months ago when I stopped drinking and started having the occasional spliff. This soon developed into a nicotine habit.
The difference in peoples attitude to smokers since last time is unbelievable. The attitude of some of the anti-smoking nazis is almost enough for me to say fuck it and smoke just to piss them off.
However the nagging from my daughter and the constant snide remarks about smelling of smoke around my grandson is wearing me down. I don't and never would smoke in front of him but apparently it's just as big a crime these days to smell of smoke.
If it wasn't for the family nagging, I would probably take great delight in telling the rest of the anti-smoking Gestapo to go and fuck themselves.
I enjoy smoking, I like the ceremony of getting out the papers and baccy and making an expertly rolled cig that looks like it could have come from the production line in Hyde. Then sitting back with a cuppa and enjoying the fruits of my labour. However, even this simple pleasure is now denied me. We are now a no smoking house, and I get blistering looks from the mrs when I shuffle off into the wind and rain to puff away forlornly outside, like a nonce exercising on his own in the prison yard, away from all the normal prisoners. The way some of those anti-smoking snot gobblers go on, it feels like smokers have been put on the same social scale as kiddy fiddlers.
No doubt some time soon, the govt will bow to the demands of the anti-smoking Nazi cumstains and all smokers will be lined up and shot and then they'll move on and find someone else to bully and make pariahs out of.
I just hope the diet works before they start picking on the fatties.