Smoker’s Paradise

I grew up in a family of smokers who smoked in between smokes. My mum was the lesser of these: she only smoked Superkings and bought them in packs of twenty at the local shop. When she couldn’t get Superkings, she would smoke other brands, but the fact that she needed to get them from the shop did at least mean she didn’t smoke constantly.

My nan smoked EVERYTHING. She started on roll-ups in the morning but by lunchtime would be lighting up any old dog ends she could find: I once saw her put a match to one of those bang snaps just because she thought it was a dog end. Yes, they were THAT small.