The loneliness of the long distance runner
The blog received yet another email from the' another anonymous tortured soul ', our new regular contributor...yet another tale of horribleness, ghastly deeds and abject stupidity...
Thank you ATS and keep them coming!
Hello again. I remember me and a mate of mine from the green zone went to Rhodes in Greece when we were 18/19. We watched the locals closely and soon discovered that all greek old men smoked papastratos cigarettes. We immediately became smokers of these cigarettes and brought a load back to Kenton Bar Estate at the end of the holiday for good measure. Then we decided we were out of shape, and agreed to go for a daily run right around Kenton Bar Estate, starting at the number 8/9 bus terminus, running right round Hazeldene Ave, along the top of Kenton Lane, down the public footpath between Kenton Comp and the cottages and finishing off down the bottom by the step pyramid at Hartburn. But...we always took the papastratos cigarettes with us, and at the bottom of the public footpath at the ditch we would stop, panting and out of breath, concealed by the ditch to...light up a papastratos!(we did not want our mams to know!) We repeated this futile and stupid fitness regime(go for run to get fit-deserve reward- have fag)but... very soon we capitulated to the inevitable and stopped running, taking up smoking instead...but only until we had finished off the papastratos cigarettes thank god!-don't do it kids!
Thank you ATS and keep them coming!
Hello again. I remember me and a mate of mine from the green zone went to Rhodes in Greece when we were 18/19. We watched the locals closely and soon discovered that all greek old men smoked papastratos cigarettes. We immediately became smokers of these cigarettes and brought a load back to Kenton Bar Estate at the end of the holiday for good measure. Then we decided we were out of shape, and agreed to go for a daily run right around Kenton Bar Estate, starting at the number 8/9 bus terminus, running right round Hazeldene Ave, along the top of Kenton Lane, down the public footpath between Kenton Comp and the cottages and finishing off down the bottom by the step pyramid at Hartburn. But...we always took the papastratos cigarettes with us, and at the bottom of the public footpath at the ditch we would stop, panting and out of breath, concealed by the ditch to...light up a papastratos!(we did not want our mams to know!) We repeated this futile and stupid fitness regime(go for run to get fit-deserve reward- have fag)but... very soon we capitulated to the inevitable and stopped running, taking up smoking instead...but only until we had finished off the papastratos cigarettes thank god!-don't do it kids!
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