Well, I wake up in the morning, look at my clock,
It's way past noontime, now I'm late for work,
Tell me, tell me, what have I done wrong,
Ain't nothing go right with me,
Must be I've been smoking too long.
But, me being me, I don't smoke cigarettes. And unlike Nick Drake, it's not anything more sinister.
I brought back from Tunisia two very nice water pipes. (shishas) Relatively expensive, by Tunisian standards, and of very good quality. I also brought back, through customs, (with a little bit of fun) one pot of mint tobacco, one of strawberry, one apple, and one mixed fruit.
I used to smoke shisha quite regularly at college, and now I have my own. It's very aromatic, not as bad for you as most forms of smoking - the tobacco is quite natural, not full of chemical crap, and water cuts out a lot of what's left of the badness, and a pipe using a few grams of tobacco lasts around three or four hours - and, of course, it's wonderfully exotic.
The flat smells strongly of mint. Yum. Exit stage left, pursued by de rigeur jokes about cavorting with hookahs.
