Please understand this has fuck all to do with the Führer and his cohorts in Bunker Number 10. It does have a lot to do with the copious amounts of green shite I am hacking up and the dwindling stack of pennies in my bank account.
I have decided to send of for the '
My lungs aint what they used to be. I've had chest problems since I sucked in shedloads of burning oil back in 91' in Kuwait actually. So maybe I'll feel better - who knows?
I'm fortunate that my GP is not one of Bunker 10's lackeys. His opening gambit tends to be 'Still smokng and drinking too much? Good man so am I' So I haven't been pressured into this decision.
I am making a provision for the future though. If I survive to my 80th birthday I fully intend to start up again. So for now it's time to spend a last few moments with those old chums of mine Lambert & Butler. As the man said - Parting is such sweet sorrow.