(Place in the country, Hunter mumbles, place in the town.) 8.25AM Thompson has begun a commentary on the view from the rear window: Poor fucking dingbats, slobbering idiots roaming in the streets, doom, death and decay. (We have reached Clapham.) He has travelled here from his home in Aspen, Colorado: a state once described as having more sunshine and more bastards than any other in the Union a reputation which, some would argue, Dr Hunter S Thompsons arrival in the late-Sixties did little jeopardise
(See last months column, Hobgoblins of Consistency , for more.) Working this way, one vintage of a particular blend might be slightly different from another, but theyll show sufficient stylistic similarity to make even the astutely critical smoker happy
People are jealous and nosy if they have a problem with it."
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