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Created on Friday, 04 September 2015 11:56
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Written by James Leavey
A few years ago I was treated (successfully) for prostate cancer.
So I kept puffing away on my cigars for they made me feel better. That and the regular daily drams
of the hard stuff kept me going.
Then some fecker suggested I ought to quit, for health reasons.
'I may talk out of my arse at times,' I responded, giving the old Monte 2 a quick burst from my
cigar lighter which is in the shape of a bright red miniature fire extinguisher, 'but I have never smoked out of it.'
Actually, that's not entirely true: a vindaloo curry turns my arse into a volcano. But at least I can get a
light off it. In fact, I could probably light up the whole of Dublin with one pungent fart.
That said, I have never believed all that bollox about passive smoking. Jaysus, if I thought that
was true I'd lock myself into a small room with the anti-smoking eejits and ignite a full box of 25
just to get rid of them.
Meanwhile, the other day my Dubliner pal, Mr Hancock, sent me some notes on cigars and health he
found on that excellent informative tobacco tolerant website www.CigarCyclopedia.com
Turns out I wasn't wrong for, according to several serious medical studies over the years, chances
are that smoking a few cigars a day are better than an apple (never could light those round feckers,
anyway, so it's just as well) for keeping you alive.
Maybe that's why I am still here heading towards the big 70 with a great big smile on my face due
to the fact that I prefer to enjoy life rather than moan about it.
Now think on this: how come so many of those cigar smokers I have met around the world are
still alive well into their 80s while those sad bastards who waste their time exercising, eating all
the 'right foods' (whatever the fuck that is) and dying like flies.
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