The chap is over here.

Fuck a page turn, btw.

I thought I recognised them. I used to follow him on twitter cos he was always chatting at Limmy

Just finished a 12 hr stint at work, whiskey, doob when home, missus at weekend. Probably touch myself too. Sweet.

Shuttleboard. I think that's what it's called anyway, they've got it in a bar at Canary Wharf.

Vape wanker

My grandparents gave up around the age of 50. 
They gave up because my Mmum was super strict about my brother being around any form of smoking after he was born.

35 years later and they are still with us. There is no way they would still be around now if they hadn't have quit. My Grandad was on 40 a day.

They still suffer somewhat from the side effects. My Granny had several heart ops over the years.
My Grandad's legs are awful with circulation and he is very prone to any form of chest infection.

They can't complain too much though. (although of course they do, as is their prerogative being in their 80s)

Bravo, keep it up DS, which is also a benefit to quitting.

I'll be off 'em soon I think. Consumption is lowering with all the gym visits.

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That money saving though.

Yep. I found for ages I kept wondering if I had enough cash on me for fags out of habit. Took me a while to not worry about it.

Smoking is well on it's way out. Too expensive, for one. 

I was slightly alarmed to discover that lungs don't get better. Sure, they can grow back the hairs that in turn will help them clean themselves, but any damage done is done for life. Your chances of getting lung cancer are related to pack-years, not whether you still smoke or not. Of course, stopping means your pack-years don't go up, and your heart and circulation certainly improve, but the only thing that's going to make the cancer less likely, alongside genetic factors, are diet and exercise.

Best way to quit is to move to Australia. They average around $35 a packet.

Smoking really is the dumbest thing you can do. I say that as an ex-smoker, of course. My uncle smoked from when he was about 15, at least a packet a day. In his late 40s he had trouble walking and had to have his veins scraped out - the doctors said it was imperative he stopped smoking, like immediately, or it was curtains. He couldn't even cut down. In fact, even as the doctors were telling him all this, he was nipping out for a fag. He had a stroke about a year later and spent the next ten years basically incapacitated - could barely talk, couldn't walk and certainly couldn't play the piano, which was his livelihood. He gave up the fags then, probably because he couldn't get them to his mouth. Bit late for the wake up call. He died a few weeks ago, still relatively young. That's the story of cigarettes. Dumb fucking things.

A huge plate of peppery corned beef hash with a fried egg on top and beans on the side. Perfect evening meal after the hardest hitting and longest lasting cold I've had for years. Had this bastard since Tuesday, wife's had it since the Friday before last. Daughter hasn't been affected thankfully, but we've been terrible parents this week. Happy it seems to be on the way out.