I used to be a huge fan of tractors.

I used to be a huge fan of tractors.

When I was younger I loved them in all shapes and sizes. This was until I went to the county fare when I was 10, and the farmer refused to let me sit in his tractor. I ran home and cried my eyes out, tore all the tractor posters off my wall and that was that. 11 years later standing in the doorway of a night club, surrounded by smokers my friend leans across to me and says: “This smoke is really unpleasant” I open my lungs, suck up all the smoke and exhale it far in the other direction. He says: “Wow, how did you do that?” To which I reply: “I’m an ex-tractor fan” Edit: a space