Drinking Bitumen
I am more than a little bit miffed.
Much too late, I discovered that yesterday was apparently No Smoking Day here in Ireland. How the fuck am I supposed to celebrate it if they don’t tell me? I would have smoked twice as much if I had only known, but it’s too late now.
Of course yesterday was Ash Wednesday but I forgot that too. And before any non-Irish readers think we actually have a special day set aside for our self serving publicly funded fake charity, let me hasten to explain that Ash Wednesday is in fact a religious thing. It’s the day when dwindling numbers of people go to church to get a smudge of ash smeared on their foreheads. Don’t ask! It’s also the start of Lent where we are supposed to give up something pleasurable for some undefinable reason. Maybe Ash Wednesday and ASH have something in common after all?
Anyhows there was little mention of the day, but I did find one little article with an interesting headline –
‘If you smoke 20 cigarettes a day, you inhale a mugful of tar each year‘
Once again, they mention only cigarettes so I can only hazard a guess that I’m included in there somewhere? So I have been puffing away for the last fifty years or so, and if I calculate that a mug is around a pint [my mug is, anyway] then that’s fifty pints? That’s over six gallons!
So somehow I have six gallons of Bitumen floating around inside me. It must be in there as I never suffered from black piss, and surely trying to push tar through through the rear orifice would cause one almighty blockage? Talk about a butt-plug…
Six gallons of Bitumen would be quite handy actually. Maybe I should include Herself and make it twelve gallons which is a respectable quantity in anyone’s book. I have a good mind to order myself a ton or two of fine sharp gravel, which when mixed with the Bitumen would be brilliant for surfacing the front driveway. We Irish are famous for tarring driveways, or so I hear from abroad?
The only problem now is how to get that Bitumen out. Maybe I should sit in front of a really hot fire for a couple of hours to liquefy the stuff? I would need to reduce the viscosity somewhat so it can flow freely, then I could indeed piss it all over the gravel on the front driveway.
That would give the neighbours something to talk about?
I’m trying to get someone to do a small driveway too. (someone other than Kenny’s ethnic minority). Suppose it’s a bit late to start smoking?
It is NEVER too late. Incidentally, is it time smokers stake a claim as an ethnic minority?
Thank you Grandad! That made me laugh – a proper laugh.
Today 2nd March is World Book Day, Grandad. Before it’s over, could you recommend a couple of your favourite books (written by other authors) which may, or may not, have relevance to smoking?
I haven’t read it myself, but I believe Velvet Glove, Iron Fist is a cracker.
I’m sure it helps you stay waterproof, might be a good thing in your climate.
It should stop people leaking too? Who says there are no benefits to smoking?
‘TAR’. Possibly, “Tobacco Ash Residue” or possibly “total aerosol residue”. It’s an invented name. Of course, TobCon love that word because it sounds so nasty, but the truth is that it has nothing to do with road tar.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tar_(tobacco_residue)
Of course it hasn’t. If people’s lungs were full of the stuff then why are so many smokers’ lungs used in transplants? I have heard tell that surgeon can’t even tell whether a person is a smoker or not just by looking at the lungs. All bollox of course, but we’re used to that.
I notice that today 4th March is the anniversary of the Star Spangled Banner becoming the US National Anthem. Could you post up for us the opening lyrics of either the Marsellaise or The Sash my Father Wore in honour of this solemn occasion? (It’s spelled honor in America.)
No. They can damn well look up the words for themselves.
Anyway, today is the 3rd.
Dear Grandad
You could always pop over the border on Wednesday 8th and celebrate our nosmo king day.
I shall be lighting up one of my 6 ciggies a year in support of smokers’ rights to not be abused by taxpayer funded charlatans like that nice Ms Arnott.
DP
I inhale a mug full of tar every morning, well tar is what other people call it I call it coffee. No one ever asks me to make coffee ever again after I make it once.