Fags and filters
The blog received this post from the anonymous tortured soul...the master ordered me to up the poor wretch's meanderings...
'When I was a kid on Kenton Bar Estate my mam and dad used to sit in the front room smoking their head's off;my mam used to smoke and when she needed to tap the ash off when it got too long she used to flip the back of her slipper off and dab the ash onto the inside of her slipper then put her foot back into the slipper;she would repeat this process every time the ash got too long, so the soul of her heel was always black...meanwhile my dad would be smoking his Golden Virginia rolly...he didn't use an ashtray, but would dab the ash off onto the lid of the baccy tin, then crush the but on it then blow the extinguished but and ash off the tin onto the carpet...one day I curiously asked him why he did this...his reply was 'what does it matter?your mother will hoover them up in the morning'...so our front room carpet in the split levels was always covered in ash and backy butts on a night...
Also when my mam washed our clothes she used to dry them on a clothes horse in the front room next to the heating vent...as they both smoked like 40 fags a day my clean clothes were quickly rendered unclean and I always stank of smoke...
'When I was a kid on Kenton Bar Estate my mam and dad used to sit in the front room smoking their head's off;my mam used to smoke and when she needed to tap the ash off when it got too long she used to flip the back of her slipper off and dab the ash onto the inside of her slipper then put her foot back into the slipper;she would repeat this process every time the ash got too long, so the soul of her heel was always black...meanwhile my dad would be smoking his Golden Virginia rolly...he didn't use an ashtray, but would dab the ash off onto the lid of the baccy tin, then crush the but on it then blow the extinguished but and ash off the tin onto the carpet...one day I curiously asked him why he did this...his reply was 'what does it matter?your mother will hoover them up in the morning'...so our front room carpet in the split levels was always covered in ash and backy butts on a night...
Also when my mam washed our clothes she used to dry them on a clothes horse in the front room next to the heating vent...as they both smoked like 40 fags a day my clean clothes were quickly rendered unclean and I always stank of smoke...
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