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Rod Liddle

How smoking saved my life

3 November 2018

9:00 AM

3 November 2018

9:00 AM

I almost got killed this week. I went for a very early morning walk in a New Hampshire forest, in the icy rain. Black coat, black hood, black trousers. And so the hunter saw this hunched, awkward, shambling black beast, stumbling over sodden logs, and immediately raised his rifle to his eye and cocked the trigger.

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