Interestingly, but not entirely surprisingly, no smokers out there have stepped forward to try to explain the precise pleasure they get from smoking.
Clive's nipple s u cking gets nearest - and I must admit I had never thought of that (although I would say it's a pretty poor substitute!)
One reason, I believe, is that smoking is supposed to relieve stress and anxiety (debatable).
Perhaps it follows that smokers need a *** because they are so worried about what they're doing to themselves and others, since smoking:
makes your breath smelly;
makes your hair smelly;
makes your clothes smelly;
makes your house smelly;
makes your car smelly;
makes people shun you;
makes you cough;
makes you totally unfit through breathlessness;
discolours your fingers;
discolours everything else smoke touches;
ruins your skin/looks;
makes hangovers ten times worse;
gives you lung disease;
gives you heart disease;
shortens many lives by years;
causes long, lingering deaths;
ditto for all other people around you;
costs you a small fortune;
costs society a bigger fortune;
is addictive, costs you your self-respect;
stresses you even more when you run out;
(costs even more in petrol and pollution when you drive round in the middle of the night searching for a *** machine!);
stresses you when you try to give up;
harms babies in the womb;
harms babies;
causes rows in restaurants;
causes litter;
causes death by fire (cigarettes down sofas during drunken stupors, heathland, etc);
pollutes the atmosphere;
holds up work (***-breaks).
Hell, how did all that lot just trip off my tongue, I was only going to write one paragraph!
But it's odd how all this is known and largely accepted - by smokers!
Shouldn't need government interference to stop it - plain, dispassionate common sense ought to suffice...
(Mentioning government makes me think of one good thing - the ban won't apply to Parliament buildings, so there's still a chance our leaders might get what many people think they deserve!)