At the ripe old age of 25, I finally did what any self respecting 13 year old should have done behind the proverbial bike sheds years ago.
It was a'ight.
And so, one of my all-time favourite affectations has hit the dust. It makes me sad to think that never again will I be able to hitch my thumbs under my belt and explain to a bored listener that despite having tried 'every drug short of heroin at least once' <pause for them to ingest this incredible information> 'never a puff of smoke has passed these lips'.
I'm really going to be relying heavily on pointing out that I don't own a TV to fill the void until I can find something else. I might start affecting an interest in falconry....