Antismokers are their own worst enemies
It was an antismoking doctor who first persuaded me to start smoking. Up until then I’d not been in the least bit interested in starting. What happened was that, at age 17, I went to stay for a few months with an English family, while my parents remained in Brazil. And not long after I had arrived, I witnessed a rather shocking event: the father of the house had caught his rather wayward eldest son smoking, and began shouting at him at the top of his voice. And he carried on shouting at him for some time. So much so … Continue reading →