Currently reading Them: adventures with extremists by Jon Ronson.

In the bath.

The Stop Smoking Campaign (or is that just pain?)
Oh Gawd. This is absolutely bloody awful.

Well, yesterday wasn't too bad, though Stephen got sick in the morning due to overdose of nicotine.

At the moment, both of us are just dying for a fag. It would just be so good. Light up - inhale - breath.

If you have not smoked, you have never known this pleasure.

Of course, when you're on 40 a day (as we were) you're probably not getting it 99% of the time. And ok, everything smells like shit. When you look at the stuff that adheres to the walls, it occurs to you: Jesus, that's what it looks like inside my lungs.

I think I'm going to do some cleaning. I can't face the washing at the moment. Which is silly, because it really isn't difficult with a washing machine AND a tumble drier.

I must clean. I must scrub, polish and inhale ionic surfactants.