You can't get them anymore....

Arena

We are reminiscing, so

When I was an apprentice we rolled our own and would often roll a few in advance while we were waiting for a process to finish.

We had a foreman, Jock, the only man I have ever met with no perceptible forehead. He also had breath that would take paint off at 10 feet. He would frequently help himself to our rollies.

So one day I had a word with the man on the next bench. He smoked a pipe with tobacco in it which looked like pubic hair and smelt absolutely vile. I remeber he had a permanent dewdrop on tehe bowl of his pipe.

I made a good size rollie with ordinary Golden Virgina either end and this black shag halfway down.

Jock was in the habit of taking huge drags on his ciggies, especially if they were free.

And, he took the bait.

He started to cough, then he went blue and for one joyous horrible moment we thought we had killed him.

He left our fags alone after that,