.....so far so good.
Met up in London with a mate yesterday. It seemed like people were standing about everywhere looking like extras for "Invasion of the pinch-faced Zombie smokers" Luckily, despite their leering, leathery stares, they couldn't move fast enough to nab me. No wonder London's called the "Big Smoke".
Now psychologists might speculate that there is a bit of "projection" going on here. Maybe my inner smoking Zombie has been trying to lurch out and grab a smoke at any opportunity he gets. It did feel like it at times. Happily, I managed to resist, and since this went on for 5 or 6 hours on-and-off, I'm pretty pleased with myself.
I took the train which was a 2 1/2 hour journey. For the first time I was pleased there was no smoking on the train; I could actually tell that the carriage was fug free. Smokers generate their own localised microclimate of stench, which they carry with them. That was me 10 days ago - although I didn't know it.
