Cannabis is still illegal, isn’t it? I ask because when walking through Carlisle in the last year or so, a smell which I used to associate with student parties has frequently come floating down the street.

I’ve half expected whoever is smoking it to come floating down the street as well.

Parties are the only place I used to encounter this pungent odour. Now I often smell it when walking through the city centre at night, and even in the morning.

It frequently wafts over me while I’m on my way to work.

Is this someone who has smoked it at the end of a very late night? Or are they smoking it on their way to work?

There are certain jobs, such as air traffic control, where I very much hope employees do not indulge.

As well as the clue provided by the smell, I’ve seen people blatantly smoking joints on city centre streets at night.

I haven’t heard about any arrests being made for this.

Perhaps police officers have rushed to the scene intent on taking action.

Then, after breathing in the fumes, they’ve decided on a different approach.

“Hey - relax. I don’t want to cool your scene, daddy-o.”

There are medical arguments for and against decriminalising cannabis.

Then there’s the economic case. The drug could provide a huge boost for the confectionary industry, judging by the urge to munch KitKats which afflicts so many users.

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Congratulations to all those involved in the recent flash mob outside Carlisle’s Town Hall.

About 20 people began dancing to the tune of Cha-Cha Slide by DJ Casper. (Me neither).

Dressed in red, they came together to spread the word about period poverty in north Cumbria.

I admire those who took part for raising awareness of this problem... and for dancing in public.

Dancing with lots of people watching is among my worst nightmares.

I’m far too self-conscious to enjoy dancing.

I’m genuinely mystified that anyone could find it pleasurable.

Many years ago I took part in an event outside the Town Hall.

I was writing a feature about Cumberland wrestling so I joined some wrestlers there.

I had borrowed the costume of a champion wrestler.

This was the usual trunks, tights and vest, except the vest was adorned with embroidered flowers.

We wrestled on cobbles which were covered by a crash mat the thickness of an After Eight.

One of the many times I was hurled to the ground, I landed on my big toe.

It was very painful and still makes a strange clicking noise in cold weather.

And I would rather go through that again by the Town Hall than dance there.

My dislike of dancing came to the fore last weekend at a wedding reception.

I made the mistake of telling someone that I don’t dance. As always happens in such situations, people then saw it as a challenge to get me to dance.

After persuasion failed, some tried to drag me onto the dancefloor.

I couldn’t care less whether other people dance. So it’s baffling that they seem obsessed by whether someone else does.

I’m going to ask anyone who’s ever tried to drag me onto a dancefloor whether they like football.

If they don’t, I’ll bundle them into a car, drive them to Brunton Park and push them through the turnstiles.

I’ve spent every wedding reception I’ve ever been to sitting in a corner while muttering sulky replies to the songs.

I’m In The Mood for Dancing.

“Well I’m not.”

You Should Be Dancing.

“No I shouldn’t.”

Do You Wanna Dance?

“No.”

I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor.

“You couldn’t be more wrong.”

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Many visitors to Hadrian’s Wall are asking English Heritage staff about similarities between it and the giant ice wall in Game Of Thrones.

I wouldn’t have thought these questions would take very long to answer.

“Well, they’re both walls. Except one of them is real and one of them is made up. The one you’re standing next to is the real one, by the way.

“The other wall is made of ice. At least it would be if it existed. Maybe it melted? That’s global warming for you. Someone should tell Donald Trump.”

English Heritage is not taking this approach.

The charity has appointed people at several forts, including Birdoswald, near Brampton, to answer the questions of visitors who may be there because of Game of Thrones.

The TV version is based on books by George R R Martin, who says his ice wall was inspired by Hadrian’s Wall.

The eighth and final series starts next month.

Having never seen the programme, I won’t have to keep bluffing about how much I like it for much longer.