Now it’d be bad of me not to have a moan on a Monday morning wouldn’t it? I have nothing against smokers – it’s their choice. But when you’re feeling really tired and a little unwell on a Monday morning, to have someone standing next to you who has probably been up an hour and smoked 10 cigarettes already is rather nauseating. I don’t mind the smell of cigarettes at all but it’s that smell on someone who evidently doesn’t stop smoking, that stale kind of smell that really makes me feel quite ill. To top it off, there was a picture of a clown in my Metro newspaper this morning. I fucking hate clowns.