If it smells good, smoke it
Finally, I’ve returned to Germany, to blogdom, to comments on Christ’s resurrection, to various German craziness associated with ‘May Day’, to gangs of roaming sausage sucking, bear swilling, thigh slapping, large belching men, who don’t know a word for ‘fluffy’, and ... to something else very exciting. Very.
But before I share the details, I had a great time in Old Blighty. Especially, of course, at my sister’s wedding. One nice bonus of acting as an Usher is that I received a present from the Bride and Groom – a large cigar, and beautiful pipe with aromatic Holland House Tobacco to smoke! Being a little more liberated than in my earlier religious incarnations (the motto then was ‘If it feels good don’t do it’), I’m more open to experimenting these days (the new motto being ‘if it feels good quickly do it lots before the guilt wells up and makes you feel like crap, and the wife lynches you’). Nevertheless, I’ve only ever smoked one cigar in all my life, and never from a pipe, and having just read this I’m feeling rather sobered. Also on a bright note, I purchased some fantastic books that are some of the most exciting I’ve ever read, but more on those another time.
All of this is to pave the way for my next post ...