I’m torn. Like a xenophobe who adores our national dish of curry and imported lager, I have conflicting feelings. Part of me would like to proselytise the benefits of vaping and encourage everyone to vape in the style that suits them best – but that doesn’t sit well with my feelings over the growing number of subohm atomisers flooding the market.
Some people like to get hot and bothered about politics while others find religious matters cause moist collars and clenched knuckles. There are folks getting vexed over batteries, diketones and cloud chasers but none of them seem to considering the most important issues.
Eighty five percent of the universe is missing. It’s unknown and invisible – it’s dark matter. It’s there though, it has to be; the brilliantly named Fritz Zwicky said so. Not to be confused with the comedy of Doug Stanhope as that’s clearly visible.
If social media is anything to go by, this year’s Vapefest will be swamped with people experiencing it for the first time. Consequently, feel free to avail yourself of some insights and recommendations.
Every Wednesday morning the school would make its way from the assembly hall, across the graveyard, in muted tones to the church. We filed through the impressively old arch and took up our places in the pews. Clasping whatever distraction we had managed to sneak in, we proceeded to ignore everything the Reverend Brian had to say.
I’m getting excited. Not like a small child at Christmas or a married man with children and on a birthday promise, no, but excited none the less. By the time this goes live on the site I’ll be on the M1 heading to the Ye Olde Salutation in Nottingham.
I was once told there were two personality types: those who do and those who don’t. This was clearly meant to be some kind of motivational lecture on behalf of frustrated teachers throughout the school, to inspire me on to greater things. It failed; I remained a disillusioned teacher.
“There is no such thing as society,” opined Margaret Thatcher once. Some portray this to be a clarion call to selfishness, others point out she was saying that a sense of entitlement cast a shadow. A popular phrase on social media and forums is “the vape community” – banding people from all political, religious and philosophical hues into one agglomerated mass. Does such a thing exist?
My wife doesn’t understand me. She isn’t alone; neither do the children, the residents of the village or most people in general. I can live with that, being different isn’t a bad thing but I struggle with the notion of being told I should not be collecting things.
When it comes to people’s opinions of atomisers and mods I’ve found myself wondering if I’m simply odd? Now, it’s a given that such an epithet extends to describing most of my waking moments…but how come what seems to work so well for others leaves me cold?
