… imagine that. While I was slaving away in the Mistake Factory, some young (or not so young) ones were having a laugh sniffing the aul butane straight from the can.
I wonder if I’ll have the strength of character tomorrow to head back to the Mistake Factory, when 300 yards away from it there is a sniff party in progress.
Actually I did a fair bit of sniffing myself today.
Yep, I sniffed back the tears for 8 long hours (plus some, unbilled for)