I am not in the habit of writing to papers.
I have possibly written two, or maybe even three letters in my entire life.
Yesterday however I read an article which to put it very mildly boiled my piss to the point of incandescence.
Chris Snowdon has already written about the level of utter cuntishness in the article so there is no need for me to elaborate. However, for the first time in many years I whacked off a letter to the paper. They didn't print it, but then I didn't think they would. The meeja are after all complicit in this snide slow torture of those of us who just want to be left alone.
Sir, – I see William Reville would like to impose yet another tax on smokers ("Could smoking licence sound the death knell of tobacco?", April 17th).
I have been a (pipe) smoker for the last fifty or so years. It is a simple pleasure and one for which I am taxed heavily, banned from enjoying indoors and for which I am supposed to be "denormalised". I punch considerably above my weight when it comes to paying taxes, yet have never had recourse to our Health Service, despite the fallacious arguments that are bandied about.
Could the good Professor please tell me why I, as a mature, well informed individual who is quite capable of making my own decisions along with many other like minded people, be "licenced" as if I were some kind of criminal?
In retrospect I probably would have put things differently, but at the time I was typing through a red haze of sheer hatred for the Nanny State, all their fucking narrow minded followers and the blind arrogance of that loathsome little cunt Reville.