right get this.
my dad's smoked rollies most his life. I been trying for near 30 years to get him to wrap in but nah he aint interested. recently he's moved up to near kilmarnock ( lmao typo'd that and it auto corrects to Kilimanjaro ffs hahaha) anyway, this polish fella goes into the bar he runs and says something. my dad thinks he's just pissed out his nut he couldn't understand the blokes accent. he was sober. proceeds to say this.
You're 59 and 3 months old. I've a message for you. holds his hand out and asks me pa to put two fingers in his palm and close his eyes. my dad said it was as if the lads hand was on fire and low and behold he saw his dad, my grandad who told him Jimmy, if you don't pack the fags in you'll be broon bread by 60. his names not jimmy btw but he always called him that. ( mental ye scots are ). the polish bloke didn't know what to say and neither did my old man they were both open mouthed. polish kid said he doesn;t even drink and wasn't going to even go into the pub but the voice told him to.
dad, packed the tabs the next morning. I dunno what to make of it. I don't believe in all that mumbo jumbo mysel. weird though eh.