Jul 2017
jak sie nie ma co sie lubi, to sie lubi, co sie ma / if you don't have what you'd like, you like, what you have.
my maternal uncle (brother
of my grandmother)
used to collect beer bottles...
now i wish
i didn't start to collect
cigarette packets...
i know, pretty much as
"nerdy" as collecting postage
stamps (you should see
my grandfather's collection...
pretty impressive...
i think he owns a yuri
gagarin special edition) -
anyway...
it came as a shock when
i was buying tobacco
at the supermarket once
upon a time (2 months ago) -
the packaging, the packaging!
it's so ugly!
you sure i'm in a supermarket
and not in a russian gulag?
marmite lungs,
coughing blood,
black and white all over
areas, all over...
they really know how
to put people out their jobs
when trying to
redesign packaging,
don't they?
luckily though... luckily!
i'm in possession of the last
of the last...
an empty packet of
*benson & hedges (gold)...
that's a keeper...
i'm not giving this one
up...
i'll use whenever i have ten
remaining in
that ugly packaging,
and take it into town,
and turn into a peacock...
look'e 'ere... see,
original packaging,
dating from the year 2016...
but like with anything
you drink... esp. the whiskeys...
it's nice to read an anecdote
printed on the bottle...
the benson & hedges packet?
nothing like it is now...
in the old days
you know:
(a) sourced from premium
golden virginia tobaccos
(b) consistently rich & smooth
taste
(c) as approved by apache chief
naked-****-pointing-at-the-moon
& his distant half-cousin
the sioux chief hairdressing-wind;
but there's also
(d) the british american
tobacco group
and there's also and address
so you can send them fan mail
(e) old bond street, london.
smoking used to be fun,
well, it still is... if you managed to keep
one of these of packets
of cigarettes...
now i wish i still had a packet
of yella' camels...
or the red marlboros,
oh well.
my maternal uncle (brother
of my grandmother)
used to collect beer bottles...
now i wish
i didn't start to collect
cigarette packets...
i know, pretty much as
"nerdy" as collecting postage
stamps (you should see
my grandfather's collection...
pretty impressive...
i think he owns a yuri
gagarin special edition) -
anyway...
it came as a shock when
i was buying tobacco
at the supermarket once
upon a time (2 months ago) -
the packaging, the packaging!
it's so ugly!
you sure i'm in a supermarket
and not in a russian gulag?
marmite lungs,
coughing blood,
black and white all over
areas, all over...
they really know how
to put people out their jobs
when trying to
redesign packaging,
don't they?
luckily though... luckily!
i'm in possession of the last
of the last...
an empty packet of
*benson & hedges (gold)...
that's a keeper...
i'm not giving this one
up...
i'll use whenever i have ten
remaining in
that ugly packaging,
and take it into town,
and turn into a peacock...
look'e 'ere... see,
original packaging,
dating from the year 2016...
but like with anything
you drink... esp. the whiskeys...
it's nice to read an anecdote
printed on the bottle...
the benson & hedges packet?
nothing like it is now...
in the old days
you know:
(a) sourced from premium
golden virginia tobaccos
(b) consistently rich & smooth
taste
(c) as approved by apache chief
naked-****-pointing-at-the-moon
& his distant half-cousin
the sioux chief hairdressing-wind;
but there's also
(d) the british american
tobacco group
and there's also and address
so you can send them fan mail
(e) old bond street, london.
smoking used to be fun,
well, it still is... if you managed to keep
one of these of packets
of cigarettes...
now i wish i still had a packet
of yella' camels...
or the red marlboros,
oh well.
