Smoking girlfriends
Well, not literally. I mean they were girlfriends who smoked rather than me smoking the girlfriends.

When I worked in a hotel in London I fancied a girl called Alice. (Thats almost her real name.)
I was 21, she was 19, and was already known as slack Alice because of her tendancy to take blokes to bed almost as soon as she met them.
THIS WAS NOT MY REASON TO FANCY HER!!
One day we were shopping in Oxford Street, she'd just lit up and then spotted a top she wanted to look at.
So muggings here is handed a fag, and she vanished into the shop.
I'd honestly never tried a cigarette before, and took a drag.
Nothing.
Another drag.
Still nothing.
I finished the fag.
My mouth tasted like crap, but I'd got no pleasure from it.
BUT I could understand the pleasure of having something in my mouth.

A couple of days later I tried my first spliff.
That gave me a headache as well as a sore throat and a horrible tasting mouth.

I never got very far with her, and shortly afterwards she left, but I do still wonder how she is sometimes.

Shortly afterwards, another girl came to work there, another smoker, and she tried to get me hooked with no success. (27 yrs later I still know her, she still smokes, I still don't.)

In the nearly 30 yrs since my first fag I reckon I've had just about enough to count on my fingers, and 5 of them were smoked one after the other when I was really peed off one day.
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