Had the pleasure of chatting to a delightful old boy of 92 years today. Discussing his health he told me that he started smoking when he joined the army in 1939.
"They used to give us 50 cigarettes per week, but I soon realised I preferred chocolate, so I used to swap them".
Having seen many patients die prematurely as a result of smoking (and none, to my knowledge whose demise has been largely due to chocolate), I'll continue with my preference too.
Monday, 22 October 2012
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