In which Fag Hag gives up smoking. Enough is enough, right ladies?
I decided recently that the only fags I wanted in my life were the ones that didn’t give me bad breath and all sorts of nasty diseases – and, no, I’m not talking about the customers at Hard On…
Yup, the Fag Hag has decided to walk away from the longest, most rewarding relationship of her life – with Silk Cut (so, sue me: I was born in the 70s when they were the fags du jour). We’ve had break-ups before but this time I’ve come over all Donna and Barbra and enough is enough about it, prompted slightly, I have to admit, by the idea of spending every night from June 2007 onwards huddled in a doorway saying to every passing genelman (in a Jackiey ‘Jade’s Mum’ Budden meets Glasgow emphysema clinic style croak), ‘No love, I’m not offering hand relief, I’m having a fag.’