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Everywhere vape-related on the Internet became consumed with the World Health Organisation last week. If it wasn’t commentary regarding their announced stance on vaping it was pouring scorn the keen nature of their bored legal department to crack down on those who sought to adapt their logo.
In a survey I just conducted in my lounge 100% of the respondents stated that they did not like the high centre of gravity of 18650 tube mods. Fine, it may just be me, and a sample size of 1, but once you factor in my multiple personalities this becomes quite a sizeable piece of research and we all reckon it’s possible to be too long.
For some Bitcoin is a revolution, for others it’s a scam while the rest of us find it as incomprehensible as to why anyone watches third-rate celebrities in a jungle. Given that vendors such as Stealthvape are adopting it as a payment system it seems reasonable to embark on a little self-education.
In a never-ending quest to bring support to vapers old and new (and slip songs from my favourite bands into the titles), here's a list of some of the probable and improbable consequences to vaping:
"So, what would you little maniacs like to do first?"
Hands up, I’m emotionally stunted. After encountering the film Weird Science in 1985 I have wasted the intervening 29 years wishing for the day I could alter Kelly LeBrock’s assets on a computer screen. Science has been so quick to embrace ideas thrashed out by Isaac Asimov yet has treated John Hughes’ genius with utter contempt. Shame on you, men in lab coats, shame on you.
Every episode began the same way: Barry Gray’s rolling drums and big horns combined with the thunderous numerical countdown provided by Peter Dyneley. In a small child this produced the same effect as when an adult hears the question “Shall we go to the pub?”
The plot probably doesn’t need explaining, surely there can’t be anyone alive not aware that this secret organisation carried out acts of daring do in order to save lives from mortal danger. And it all kicked off when we got to “1”.
Another new dripper is launched on the vaping market. Another three-post, airy dripper that aside from the cosmetics looks like almost every other three-post, airy dripper under the cap.
There’s a proliferation going on, these things are multiplying faster than the rabbits in my garden. One minute you see a couple of drippers but look away for a second and the electronic cigarette version of Gregor Mendel sneaks in and does a bunch of RDA genetic experiments.
As vapers we embrace open discussion and dialogue about our hobby, we welcome research and peer-reviewed literature and we support those seeking a healthier way of inhaling their drug of choice. Or do we?
Society, by its very nature, is revisionist: history is told from the victor’s perspective. In fact, probably due to reading Orwell’s “1984” at a tender age, I’ve found censorship of language a frightening concept for most of my life.
There, said it.
For all these years we’ve had the dangers of tobacco rammed down our throats as if Satan himself created the plant. It takes some doing to appear so evil in the public consciousness that one can only assume the poor piece of vegetation must have hired the same PR team who look after the ghost of Jimmy Saville, Rose West and the reputation of estate agents the world over.
When the iPhone was launched in 2007 I watched television reports covering queues stretching around the outside of Apple stores and shook my head. Not only did this product seem to be as gimmicky as the bells in a boy-band Christmas single but also the willingness of people to act like sheep to hold one baffled me.
In 2007 a phone was a damn phone – albeit with the brilliant ability to play music and take picture that made the world look as though it was covered in cellophane and steam.