Further ramblings of a self-made pauper

Fisherman's Friend Cherry Menthol Lozenges are a little bit disappointing. I mean, they taste of cherry and all, but the menthol is low key and there's none of that knock-the-top-off-your-head power that screams Fisherman's Friend at you.

Ah well, could be worse.

Day three continues apace. I am supposed to be going for a pint after work with the GASPs crew. I don't really want to; not quite three days in and BEER is a sure fire way of tempting me back on to the paths of wrongtiousness. It's done it before. I shall go along for a half hour, have a pint and come away. Proper boozing will have to wait against the day I don't spend time consciously not smoking.

I am still awaiting my first proper fall of soot. It hasn't happened yet and the longer it takes, the bigger it is likely to be. That'll be interesting. I have the start of a cough, but nothing too annoying yet.

I still can't work out if I am all hot and sweaty because of the general temperature or because of my general temperature...

Where has the strength gone? I recall Trebor extra strong mints having a hell of a minty kick. Where has that gone? For something still labeled as extra strong they are surprisingly mild. I need to find these Koala things that rumfuddle was chuntering on about. Or some Fishermen’s Friends, or even Victory V’s. (Do they even sell Victory V anymore?). I am developing an obsession with discovering the strongest, most head-exploding lozenge on the planet.

I am positively gasping for a cigarette.

No, really. I would cheerfully kill for one right now.

I have a mint somewhere. I can't crumble now; I haven't even managed 24 hours yet!