Friday, July 06, 2007

Fag End

How much longer am I going to be able to carry on smoking? It's so miserable. At least coke users have the dignity of being able to snort it off a toilet in privacy. SoHo smokers have to stand on the cramped streets, on diplay like we're in the stocks.

Tourists tut at us, whores give us pitying looks, beggars swarm over us.

I had visions of a glorious last summer of smoking, basking on hot cobbles, laughing with all the beautiful people while the squares sat in their boring little smoke-free bars wondering where all the fun is.

Instead, I sat sheltering from the rain and the wind, under a torn awning outside Rupert St of all places.

The one thing I forgot - while Glasgow, Edinburgh and even Cardiff have lots of space for gardens and wide pavements, SoHo doesn't - if you smoke, there's only the gutter.

I hate that I'll give up smoking simply cos it's stopped being fun.

6 comments:

GavW said...

Do try and give up. Apart from that you appear nearly perfect. Note I said nearly. Witty, erudite, good looking etc. Please pay the money to the usual account......

hugh said...

changing the subject completely, but is "7 spies at the Casino" about a thalidomide victim in a court jester suit?

Anonymous said...

My gay housemate really needs to meet you. We live in Cardiff, I have a feeling you could be the solution to his dry-spell. He's strange so it's give you something to write about. x

Gert said...

I've been considering cocaine as replacement therapy. At least you won't get fined for taking it in pubs

Anonymous said...

Since NO SMOKING has taken an inexorable grip on the whole of the UK I'm considering opening a chain of pubs and clubs whose premises will consist entirely of roof gardens. With any luck this will be neat way round the legislation as the spaces will not be enclosed.

The downside is that you'll be cold, wet and covered in pigeon shit but when you're having fun in the company of other smokers who cares.

Skip said...

Bless you all - and yes, sudden realisation about the poster when someone on The Guardian said, "So, it's a play about that armless mother in Trafalgar Square. Funny title..."

And, of course your friend is having a dry spell. He's in Cardiff!