An old friend, on being shown the news about Kensington Street:
I can’t imagine that place without being a smoker.
Just thinking about walking in the door makes me feel like a cigarette.
It was a very smoking house. The first thing I noticed when I moved in was a pattern of cigarette burns in the loungeroom floor, outlining the spot where a mattress had been. There was also a blackened spiral where a mosquito coil had been used without its metal stand, so that its shape was burnt into the carpet.