He also smoked too much.
Bob
Bob,
Was it possible to smoke too much in 1965?
Lloyd,
Like Sir Lancelot,"My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure." Sounds like a bit of a prig to me, but I relate it to smoking.
I took one puff of a cigarette was I was ten or eleven. It tasted like chit, burned my throat, made my eyes water, and cost two-pence for five Players Weights. Then an older kid said to blow the smoke into a handkerchief, it left a dark brown stain. I was nuts about sports and thought, this is not good.
I vowed never to puff the magic dragon.
My father was a three pack a day man and died in his mid- seventies of bronchiectisis and emphysema. He had been a great swimmer and was the first European to beat Johhny Weismuller in a race. What smoking did to him was unkind.
If anyone could go to a Pneumoconiosis Board medical, as we had in the Copperbelt mining industry and see the lungs of the various mining diseases, the worst looking lungs in their glass jars were those who succumbed to tobacco.
Bob