Meet My New Friend, Nosmo King.
OK, so it's a pretty bad joke. "Nosmo King" of course translates as "No Smoking". And, for those of you who don't know, I used to be a smoker. But, having come to the conclusion that the cigarette is basically an evil invention, as well as expensive, I have decided to try to give up. My last puff was taken on Thursday morning, which by my calculations means that I haven't had a cigarette in five days. So used am I to reaching for a packet of fags, though, that I think it's the psychological impact of the absence of the things that has been most significant. The act of smoking itself, the whole movement of hand to mouth, had, I think, become such a ritual with me that it's been quite hard to get used to not doing it. Withdrawal from nicotine, then, is, I believe, only one part of giving up smoking, you also have to get used to the fact that it may have actually taken up your time or alleviated boredom, and as I sit here now, I remember that one o