One of the greatest joys in life is asking a stranger for a cigarette.

For me, it is surrounded by so much mystery, because It’s not acceptable to approach a stranger to demand anything else. Perhaps it has something to do with war, or poverty, or being drunk?

‘Excuse me, would you mind if i bum a hot chip?’

‘Thanks…Sorry, have you got any tomato sauce?’

Surrounded by plants and flowers, how could i not be happy!