"I smoked Capstan Full-Strength, just like every child…
Now I'm pushing 50, I smoke Silk Cut Extra Mild
I've rolled Golden Virginia, Old Holborn and Drum
Until my fingers turned yellow
And my lips went numb…
Now I'm smoking in a hurricane…"
And the song is in the new Tom Morton’s Chatter and Twang podcast, available FREE on iTunes or here:
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Hi Paul , I wis there at the same time…Are you sure it wisnae my oilskins on the Papa ferry! ( Shetland seafoods, Browns Road, 1976-1980).great song Tom!
All very familiar Paul. Gone are the days of ash setting fire to waxed cotton jackets (no waxed cotton, no cigarettes). See you at Muckle Flugga one of these days…
Funnily enough I did exactly the same thing in 1977 in Shetland – several times. Have you ever tried smoking a capstan under the following circumstances:In a force 11 on deck of St. Clair, just in sight of Fair Isle ?Approaching Foula on the ferryboat caught in a humungous swell ?On the ferry to Papa Stour, whiulst your companion is throwing up over your oilskin ?On top of Ronas Hill just as the Northern Lights are flickering ?I’ve given up now, but still remember the agony and ecstacy, and that was just the withdrawal symptoms !I was up in Shetland in 1975, 76,77,78,79,80,81, and 1993. I will return some day to my ancestral lands.Have a great day.Paul.
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