‘That Rizla Moment’

I took this shot whilst I was over in Petersfield recently.

I spotted this lady relaxing; and after quickly capturing this shot;  I began to remember all too well when I myself used to be a smoker!

I reflected back and with some degree of affection I might add!  On just how enjoyable the thought of collecting together the associated paraphernalia from my pockets; and the anticipation prior to carrying out the ritual involved in constructing a cigarette.

This feeling for me; never seemed to change.

I know now that this was addiction…pure and simple!

I truthfully don’t  know now what I saw in this now; but habitually usually after being busy or having just enjoyed a meal; or after a coffee or tea was brewed…a cigarette was deemed essential.

It complimented these occassions perfectly!

I would usually without thinking; sit myself down; locate my tobacco tin, take out a filter and a liquorice paper (my preference at the time) and I would slowly and methodically construct myself a ‘roll up’

After licking the line of glue on the edge of the paper I would then continue to manipulate the cigarette between my fingers and thumbs; before eventually tapping down both ends on the top of the lid of my backy tin.
Finally I would then flick open my Zippo lighter whilst striking the flint and light it up!

That first inhalation though!

Aw… it just never failed to hit the spot for me; never!

It was obviously a very unhealthy habit though…and smelly! And messy!

But oh…it tasted so fine!

At that time I was genuinely of the firm belief that it helped relax me and to help me chill out?

That’s why whenever I see people who smoke and enjoying their cigarette; I can’t ever be a hypocrite or attempt to demonise them! I just reflect back on my own addictive behaviour; and try to appreciate exactly how it is they are feeling? So there you go.

This good lady though with her shopping now complete; sipping her cup of strong coffee having just secured herself a comfortable seat outside; albeit damp!  Her bag of provisions by her side;  one ‘Rizla Roll Up’ between the fingers of her left hand… and not a care in the world.

Each to their own I say!