I’m at Birmingham New Street station (don’t ask), and I hear an announcement for me over the PA. They keep repeating “Man with a big willy”.
I tell a member of staff that I’ve been summoned, turns out it was “Manchester Piccadilly”.
We did laugh!
Quitting smoking in the morning, for the one millionth time, but this time, and for the first time, my missus is on board. We’ve got patches, lozenges and panic prevention plans. We’ve even got rhubarb and custard sweets. Feeling optimistic (but I know I can be an absolute shit without cigarettes, so apologies in advance if I act out towards anybody here in the next weeks).
I quit several years ago and what worked for me was changing the wallpaper on both my phone and laptop to a picture of a smoker’s rotten lungs. Things get real when you’re confronted with that every few minutes.
My late Father used to smoke two 20 stick pack a day. And he did that for decades. One day out of nowhere, he just stopped. Not a single stick. When we asked him why, eventually he told us his old time friend died recently from lung cancer and that for triggered something in him and he just stopped. Back then, to me it was amazing because we always heard how addictive it is but he literally stopped.
Good luck to you. You will be rewarded if you can get through the first couple of weeks.
I gave up overnight on NYE ten years ago from a pack + a day habit.
The absolute key is wanting to. I was fed up of the coughing, the stinking and the absolute nastiness of the whole business and was mentally ready. Sounds like Gasband’s dad was convinced too.
If you’re half hearted, it’ll be difficult.
My dad used to smoke Woodbines…and would send me to the local shop with money and a note, to say it was ok to get them, then one day we had a the budget and Roy Jenkins, the chancellor at the time, raised the price of cigarettes…so onto the open fire dad threw a full pack of cigarettes…and never smoked again…and I never did anyway…the power of the price…
Mrs is practicing stairs now (only upstairs so far, that’s easier) and walking with a quad cane - only in practice and still needs a bit of help and safety assistance but still cool.
Ironically a twat on a bike crashed into me while I was pushing her weelchair, hit my hip and ran over my foot, so right now my walking style is somewhat similar to hers.
Kite surfing yesterday and I fell out of the sky from over 10 feet at a guess, into what was only 2-3 feet of water. It wasn’t enough. One of feet had come out of the footstraps on the board, and by the time i’d kicked the other foot out of its strap I was a bit late regaining control of the kite to control the landing. Impact to my heel which has tweaked my ankle a bit.
Thankfully far more spectacular than slipping in the bath. Just in case Rio drops by.
Robin Kirkpatrick. It’s the Penguin Classics series. There’s a fantastic series on YouTube from Baylor Uni., called something like “100 Days of Dante”, where they have a different professor/expert of some description talk through each canto.
I think I might have preferred a different translation, though; not that it wasn’t an experience, and I respect it for what it is, but I’d struggle to say I enjoyed the thing.