“Go on, try it!”

“I am not sure I want to. Isn’t it addictive?”

“Not really, this is a much better way of doing it. I’ve been doing it for months and I’m fine aren’t I?”

The pressure was incessant. I did not think I would succumb to peer pressure at the age of twenty twelve, but I was weak with post-rugby semi-final euphoria and so considered taking what was on offer.

“Go on Angry, just give it a big sniff!”

“But I’ve never even been a smoker, I don’t think I am cut out for this sort of thing.”

“Just do it will you!”

With those words ringing in my ears I put the tube up my nose and sniffed for all I was worth.

“Akk! Eurghg! akkKK!”

One side of my face went numb, and one eye started watering like that time I tried a kamikaze tequila shooter. But I was definitely not crying. Definitely not. The faces around the pub table looked at me.

“So?”

“I feel like I’ve just snorted pepper and I want to cry.”

I do not think I am going to take up Nicotine nasal sprays any time soon.

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