Quit smoking things

I have a friend, we'll not name him/her/it because she might not like it, but needless to say they know who they are. So, anyway, she's always walking along with me, then reaching down and picking up old cigarette buts, striking a match off her stubble strewn cheek and lighting the butt, like she was in a movie about cowboys or crack-addicts. Glasgow just isn't the place to be doing this. There are half naked dead bodies in ponds. If you do that kind of thing the police might very well pick you up and put you in the slammer.

Today I've read too much and written not enough. I feel terribly guilty.

'Do something about it then!' I hear my mother saying. She always knew what to say.

Must-I xxx