Today for me has been all about the fags, not in a derogatory or offensive way to the gay community, I refer to any of my that way inclined friends as flouncing flowerpots anyway, but heated debate on cigarettes. First thing this morning, there were a number of idiots on five live talking about how they're looking to make it illegal to smoke in cars ( by they I clearly mean The Man), and I heard something about it being Illegal to smoke in houses, and the biggest idiot was some twat who started complaining about walking past a bookies on his way to the bank, outraged at people smoking in the street and he says that it should be illegal to smoke outside public places.
So what I get from this, and todays guardian supplement G2, basically, I am not going to be allowed to smoke in public areas, I was outraged at the ban in pubs, and places of work, the pub also being my place of work. But now, I'm not going to be allowed to smoke in my own car (non-existant tho it is), in my own house, or outside, if one twat has his way about it. I cant really think of anywhere that I can smoke if this comes about, and if I can find a loophole, then I'l get to look at an attractive picture of malignant cancerous lungs, hearts, throats, and mouths.
Thing is I have been serisously considering to give up for a while, and have been waiting until I'm mentally prepared. This decision being made what with it being a choice over fags or food at the moment, and I'm getting really skinny. Untop of which my boyfriend has the bark of death, and I'm pretty sure I seen him cough his kidney into the toilet this morning. I know we shouldnt smoke, but fuck it, I enjoy my fag breaks in work, I enjoy the socialbility of smoking, I have my left hand chewed off at the prospect I cant get a smoke. And most importantly, smokings cool, my street cred went up by 300%when I started smoking, I'm a modern day Irish James Dean at this stage. Actually no, smokers are stigmatised, looked upon as lepers, and social outcasts, only Jesus loves us, the rest of society think were pricks. And now untop of all this were recieving prophecys about our untimely death, which we have been recieving since 1998, but now in vivid photographic form. None of this, you will die a slow and painful death, and imagining chinese water torture or something, but illustrating the slow and painful death that you will suffer. This puts me into a panic, and what do I do when I'm paniced? Smoke a fag. I'd be suprised if the tobacco companies aren't in on it actually. Tax revenues and stuff like that, oh and they're putting the price up. AGAIN. I'm just waiting for this totalitarian regime to tell me I'm not allowed to listen to Frank Zappa or Bob Dylan, and send our children (when I say our, I mean your) off to an Island where they kill eachother off. It happened in battle royale, could happen here. (And yes I know that battle royale is only a book, but its a really good one.)
But basically, this small rant, is that the government and their new legislation can shove it up their arse. And similar to what I told my mother when I was an angsty teenager, you cant tell me what to do, I'm not making my bed. I feel sorry for future generations of people who when they experiment with cigarettes cant use the excuse, 'people were smoking around me'. I dont know where I would have been without it. Probably a non smoker.
