(I once walked past a hubbly-bubbly pipe of epic and beautiful proportions in the window of a second-hand shop. It had twelve pipes and a HUGE bowl at the top for ‘whatever’ you felt like smoking. That was in my unwasted youth though, before the ciggies and drugs. A wasted opportunity.)

[magnetite's liver-killing tip of the day is: Kopparberg pear cider and Kronenbourg blanc lager for a delicious but stability-destroying snakebite...add Glenkinchie Malt for that final nail in the coffin. hic!]