I walked out of work at 1am last night with tired blurry eyes on to the street, to my right, a gleeming bright BP petrol station in the shape of a giant cigarette, with cigarette shaped charvs fannying around with their cigarette shaped novas, and a beautiful blonde cigarette shaped cashier smiling in the window... i asks you how can you resist.. i cant.. so off to the little bright slot to buy some marlboro lights, i fish around for the ever present two pound coin, but remember that because of increased appetite i spent it earlier in the day on a steak and onion pasty. The point? i was going to smoke but could not afford it because i was robbed by a pastry.