Haven’t used it since read that it might impart cancer to precious cargo of the boosack. Probably nonsense but better safe…
And I was still smoking at the time that I quit talc. Did I value my lungs less than jewels? Anyway, now I can proudly just say no to both talc and baccy. Which just leaves overeating. Saved the hardest til last. I’ll maybe have quit all life-threatening vices by the time I die. Except for cycling, naturally.
(Now wishes to ride a bike no-handed through busy thoroughfare, reeking of Yardley Gold talcum powder while smoking a fag on the way to the greasy spoon for a proper British fry-up*)
* Have actually done this in the 1980s, in too-tight jeans and very wrong hair. The whole thing felt so normal back then.