Cigarette commercials were banned today in 1965 on British television. This was a great shame because they all revolved around the suave and sophisticated and were great fun. Only jet-setting playboys such as Peter Stuyvesant and fascinating blokes in trench coats were ever alone with their Strands.
What do we have now? Tobacco kiosks in supermarkets with shutters down and sad old addicts hanging around pub doorways, inhaling desperately.
Isn't it about time our kind and caring society made lepers out of other minority groups, like vegans and global warmers?
And, just so you know (as recorded messages constantly remind us), I am not and never have been a smoker, although I was brought up by parents who, on waking, reached for their fags, their glasses and their teeth in that order.
In other news ...
Franz Liszt died today. So did Ignatius Loyola and Jim Reeves.
What is going on.
