This is bold new territory for me. And it seems wholly inappropriate and altogether totally inadequate to just call it "Day Two." And with such a pathetic, un-resounding sort of name it's no wonder I don't remember having actually survived a Day Two before, except perhaps in more imaginative moments while being interrogated by the Medical Profession.
Perhaps too, after one whole day, an entire thirty and a half hours, I might now
be in a position to better understand the mood and world view of the Non-Smoker.
A generous if rather unseemly percentage of our population, who are fitter,
better educated and wealthier, I'm told. Either way, there's a Toad Stool in
Junk Gully I've got to go shout at. It's the sort of thing we Non-Smokers do,