Cigarette #1: The luxury you get from a little white cylinder is easier to carry than, say, a harp.

FIRST CIGARETTE, 10:12am
Outside on the porch
MUSIC: "20% Amnesia," Elvis Costello

It's a dangerous game that comedy plays,
Sometimes it tells you the truth, sometimes it dela-a-a-a-ays it.

No philosophizing with the weekend's inaugural smoke. I only hope that I approached the pure pleasure that this man must have felt.

The Reverend Anthony Carr, of Holy Trinity Church in East Peckam, Kent, walked into the station in Tonbridge and said he wanted to report a crime. Asked what it was by the desk sergeant, Rev'd Carr then took out his pipe, lit it and, through clouds of aromatic tobacco fumes, said: "This is the crime."

The desk sergeant asked the vicar to extinguish his pipe, as he was in a no smoking area, and the Reverend replied, "I will not." When officers told him he would not be bundled into the back of a van he said "What a pity."

Fight on, brother Carr.

P.S. The title of this post is a quote from Housemate Dara.