The other night Andrew and I were having our regular conversation about aliens, conspiracies and time-travel, when he mentioned that he’d decided to give up smoking for August (A bold step indeed; she must be very pretty!)
Apparently, his announcement of this fact online via a status update sparked a minor fracas with some of his contacts. What began as disagreement about second-hand smoke swiftly developed into an eccentric argument about the detrimental impacts of second-hand tattoos and second-hand mandolin playing.
Before you scoff, Science says that there are real risks associated with exposure to second-hand divorce. No, really.
I can certainly attest to the deleterious effects of prolonged contact with second-hand stupidity.