David Robbins: When a good shag was not out of the question
Another New Year, and another failed attempt to quit smoking. Usually, I manage a day or two, but this time my effort can be recorded in minus quantities: I convinced myself that it was doomed on New Year's Eve and never started.
As I smoked a restorative cigarette on the freezing deck in the back garden, trying not to slip on the ice, I thought it was time to review my entire relationship with the weed.
I was not what you'd call a typical smoker. During my teenage years, a time when many are introduced to the habit behind the school bicycle shed, I disdained cigarette-smoking as a symptom of the instant-gratification culture of the era.