There's No Smoke Without Fire............

TODAY IS MY FIRST BLOGGIVERSARY!

I found this pic by accident when I was googling for a pic of a cake.

So terribly naughty - and yet so funny.

I'm using it as today's blog post is kind of smoking related.

Before I begin my tale, I would just like to thank my bloggy friend Taz at Ratbag for my award...........

Taz always leaves such lovely comments on my blog.

In time honoured tradition, I now pass this award onto.............

elegancemaison

kcscourt

winnibriggshouse

menopausalmusings

indigoshirl

the vintage kitten

kelly's recipes for life

sandie's patch

are we nearly there yet

vintage vicki

I'm not sure of the 'rules'. I think you ladies are supposed to pass it on to 10 of your followers.

(Don't worry though, I won't check up on you!)

This is a TRUE story.

Before I begin I would just like to say that it's not that I have more funny things happen around me than most people - it's more a case that I remember them. I have an 'eidetic memory.' (It's what used to be called a 'photographic memory.' It's sometimes a blessing and sometimes a curse!)

In the 1990's I worked for our local newspaper. I worked in the Advertising Department on the third floor.

Although there was a lift, at the end of the working day, most of left by the stairs. The lift only held 8 people, so the staircase was a much quicker 'escape' route.

We finished work at 5pm and from 4.55pm we would all sit at our desks, coat on, one eye on the clock.

Whilst we were running down the stairs, all of the smokers were fumbling about in their bags and pockets, eager to get their nicotine fix as fast as possible once we had all spilled out in the Car Park below.

One particular day, I was running downstairs with my colleagues Colin and Teresa. Colin smoked hand rolled cigarettes and he used one of these contraptions.

It would be in his pocket, ready primed, so that all he had to do was lift it to his lips and moisten the ciggie paper, with his tongue, left to right.

Colin had the fag tin in his hand and shouted, "Hang on a minute!" We all ground to a halt behind him. He lifted the tin towards his mouth put out his tongue to lick the paper. At the very same moment his mobile 'phone rang.

Teresa only half saw what was happening out the corner of her eye and didn't realise the noise was his 'phone.

Teresa is from Ohio, and with surprise and awe in her voice said..................

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"Gee Colin! I didn't know you could play the harmonica!"