How to be spat out.
My Dad used to be a pipe smoker and gave it up after having a bad chest cold. The one thing that I recall quite clearly was the tobacco he used, and I recall the three varieties he favoured, there was Condor Long Cut, Condor Ready Rubbed and Clan – mainly because he sent me to the shop to get them (despite me being well underage). He always kept it in a leather pouch that was down the side of his seat in the front room. For some bizarre reason I occasionally took to opening the pouch up and smelling the contents inside and I must admit the aroma was something I found quite nice. Then one day I must have taken leave of my senses, probably after hearing that people chewed tobacco. I reasoned that if people chewed it and it smelt nice then it would probably taste nice too. For once the fact that we have a sense of smell to tell us whether something is fit to put in your mouth proved wrong! I picked out some of the tobacco and placed it in my mouth and began to chew! Well, the chewing didn...