I met an acquaintance outside a shop.
"You haven't been in there have you?"
"Err, yes and no." I said, glancing back into the tanning shop. I knew what was coming next - yep, here we go....
"Skin cancer." she hissed.
"Unlikely." I hissed back, and moved off before she had a chance to tell me that I was going to drop dead next month.
No, okay, I suppose it wouldn't be that hard to explain . I do have a bit of a tan - it was mostly gained from an afternoon sorting out a jungly garden last week, but do I need to justify that to anyone? Surely my choices are my own.
The government helpfully put pictures of nasty diseases on packets of cigarettes - desperately trying to look politically correct they are still raking in the extortionate taxes. It is the same with alcohol and all the other vices that humans like.
Too much of anything can kill you but I am struggling to find a reason for not getting as much fresh, tax free, legal air that I can.