Haylo, my cream crackers. I've woken up to a Tuesday with a terrible headache. It comes from being in the company of one of my beau's dosts who is a chain-smoker. He was lighting up one cancer stick after another despite my protests to storm out. I should have, but that silver-bearded beau of mine was almost on his knees to keep me by his side. Huff puff!
Anyway, I managed to give Mr Chimney a piece of my mind. He was well clued into all the health hazards he was inviting, but moaned that despite his feverish attempts, he has been unable to kick the butt. So I've pointed him in Duggu's direction.

Today, he swears by it, and has bought 40 copies of his helpline to distribute amongst family, friends and needy strangers too. Sanjay Dutt and Abhay Deol have got a copy each, but there are still several with him. And should you go to him with a ciggy in your pocket and a plea on your lips, he'll give you one of those books too. Vijju's friend-in-need is already at his door.
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