Those of you that know me personally know that I work the nightshift five nights a week driving a taxi.
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You know, after six years of working nights you think I’d be used to doing this but shall I tell you something? It’s a bit weird.
Here’s the main reason.
Meals.
Living with normal people that sleep at night, the first meal I eat each day is usually what you guys eat for dinner (or tea if you’re northern). After I finish my shift, the last meal I eat is usually a bowl of cereal, because, quite honestly, it’s the morning, and you eat cereal in the morning. End of.
And no matter how hard I try, I can’t break this habit.
It’s like my stomach is the only part of my body that doesn’t work nights. It still works days. I can’t explain it.
So – the point of this post:
I got home the other morning and got out one of my favourite breakfast cereals, that I now eat for tea (or dinner, if you’re posh).
Ah, good ol’ Alpen. I’ve always seen it as a bit of a luxury. A bit of a posh treat. It’s one of the more expensive cereals you can buy.
When I was out of work I certainly couldn’t afford to buy it. There was one point, when I was absolutely on my arse, when I couldn’t even afford dodgy rolling tobacco off the bloke in the pub.
I’d raided all my ashtrays for dockers to try to scrape together enough to make just one roll-up to keep me going till tomorrow.
Oh by the way – the non-smokers will probably be thinking “You shouldn’t be able to afford luxuries like smoking when you’re out of work – get your priorities right.”
Yeah, well fuck you! This is a smoking page. And if you want to read my blog, then I insist that you light up. Go on.
Right now.
Your fresh air is not welcome here – if your eyes ain’t stinging, you ain’t doing it right.
I’ve popped a fag under the keyboard for you. And a match.
Please tell me you actually believed me for even the tiniest sliver of a moment there 😉
Okay, I was messing with you.
Addiction is a serious matter if you’re addicted, a trivial one if you are not – especially when it regards smoking, it would seem.
Case in point – back to my own discarded cigarette end gathering.
I managed to get enough together to make two thirds of a roll-up – still not enough to fill one. I looked around, thinking I could add something to it so I could make a full roll-up.
Next thing I had ripped a tea-bag up and managed to mix the tea leaves in with the tobacco. Tea tastes nice, it might add a nice hint of tea to my cigarette.. I rolled it up.
Here goes…
It tasted like bonfires.
It took the craving away though – that was the idea, though the execution was unexpected.
My argument about smoking when being out of work is valid though. Trying to quit smoking when you’re looking for a job at the same time? No thank you.
The last time I tried to quit smoking I went to one of those Smoking Cessation Meetings. I almost got chucked out when I started criticising how it was run.
We all shuffled into this tiny room and sat on chairs. The lady running the meeting got us all to contribute to a whiteboard listing why smoking is bad for you.
She went through the different ways the NHS could help you quit, patches, hallucinogenic drugs (seriously!) etc, then started calling the meeting to a close.
Was that it?! I put my hand up.
“Yes?”
“Yep, OK you’ve gone through the list of reasons it’s bad, and what to dose us up with, etc. But something is missing. I don’t *want* to quit. I like smoking.”
I felt like I was trying to start a revolution – perhaps I was! Perhaps we’d all shuffle out shouting rude words and wheezing, carrying broken chair legs as weapons, with neckties tied round our heads like Rambo!
“Well, Mr Price – we can’t really help you unless you want to quit. Why are you here?”
“Because I want to want to quit, but I currently don’t want to. Does that make sense?”
There were a few nods and mutterings of agreement round the room.
“No, Mr Price, I don’t really understand, you either want to quit, or you don’t.”
“You’ve never smoked, have you?”
“No, Mr Price.”
“Then I don’t think you’re qualified to be running this meeting.”
It was like a teetotaller running an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting.
Then I left.
I remember how much being out of work was absolutely shit. It knocks your self-esteem. It’s depressing. You can just about afford to smoke, but not Alpen.
Which apparently the best thing if you’re letting life get you down. Look at the side of the box again:
Hang on! Worth getting up for?
Who came up with that one? How did that get through the marketing department of Alpen and end up on the side of a cereal box without someone holding up their hand and going “Hold up, lads… what’s this?”
Look again – what’s written underneath?
…but then you know that
What the hell is this – mind control?
The most patronising thing I’ve seen for a long time.
I’m now being told what I should know by a box of cereal.
It’ll be running Smoking Cessation Meetings next.
Don’t even get me started on those pictures on cigarette packets!
Dave