Hitler Therapy

On Fags

“You still smoking then?”

“Naah – I’m tryin’ to give it up. I’m doin’ that Hitler Therapy an’ everthing.”

“Don’t you mean ‘hypnotherapy’?”

“Tried that an’ all – it’s shit. Now, yer Hitler Therapy – really does work.”

“What’s it all about then?”

“I pay fifty quid a session, an’ this little Austrian bloke with a moustache shouts at me every time I try an’ light up. For an extra twenty notes, you get a load of mucky pictures of Eva Braun.”

“Good, is it, then?”

“Yeah, but I can’t shake this burnin’ urge to go an’ invade Poland.”

“But you can get patches for that, can’t you...”