After March anyone serving in her Britannic Majesties Imperial Royal Navy has got to sit in reception if they want a smoke. Well let me tell ya. I packed up smoking about 5 years ago and I HATE IT !! Iâ€™ve tried everything to start again, when after some politically correct bad advice from the mamby pamby pontificating smug assed bastards in our society that try to control our every action I, like a pratt, gave up. Since black friday, and I can tell you exactly when, er sometime during 2000, when I ran out of smokes and money I havenâ€™t had one since. And I have never, and I mean NEVER, been well from that day to this. Iâ€™ve tried everything to get going again but thereâ€™s no agency or organization to help, so I was on my own, but I left it to late and they taste orrible now, like someone stuffin a sweaty sock in you mouth. I always go outside with the smokers on my lunch break, the lucky bleeders, they donâ€™t know what itâ€™s like to be on edge and smile at customers when all the time youâ€™re longing to TEAR THEIR FUCKIN THROATS OUT. First I knew I was in trouble was I put 2 stone on, â€œwhereâ€™s all the money we`re saving by me sufferin?â€ I demanded, all she said was, â€œturn sideways and look in the mirror FATSO. So off I went to see my friendly family doctor, what a waste of bleedin time that was after being stuck behind some ole silverball that was driving well below the speed limit and then having to pay 2 quid to park the car, then nearly coming to blows with the receptionist when she let someone in in front of me (how the hell was I expected to know it was the doctor), then the first thing he said was â€œdo you smokeâ€ DO YOU SMOKE, I smiled sweetly and said â€œno not anymoreâ€, all the time wanting to drag him across the desk by the scruff of his scrawny neck, of cause that was him buggered wasn`t it, I mean they only know, Do you smoke and Do you drink, don`t they and it seems they know nothing beyond that, well I`ve got news for all you supposedly intelligent doctors out there SOME OF US CAN`T SMOKE so can we try to be a little more understanding. Anyway he gave me some slimmin pills and rang for his next victim. Thank you, thank you, thank you, bleedin thank you very much, British National Health and scrawny(do you smoke) in your face doctor for achieving something that, 12 long years in the Navy, the 3 day week, surviving Thatcher and living for what seems like forever in a living hell under a Labour government, failed to do, namely, losing me the will to live, see it wasn`t long before I found them pills work by giving you the sqits, reducing me to a shambling wreck who could never venture more than 20 paces from a lavatory. Did the pills work? DID THEY BOLLOCKS, well they didn`t stand much of a chance with all the wimmin in our house pinchin erm, mind you, er.. they did cure my cough.