The wife and I were in York the other week, had our tea in the Dick Turpin pub garden, there were ashtrays so I lit up as soon as we had finished, although the wife asked me to try and exhale away from other tables and try and be discreet about it. One stray waft across the garden brought an old chap over straight away, loving the smell of a good cigar. He was asking where I bought it, was gutted to find I brought it with me, but directed him to a nearby whiskey shop that had a little humidor. He was away as fast as his old legs could carry him and came back with one for each bloke on his table.
It’s funny you can see nearly all the blokes eyeing them up when your sitting having a drink, it’s such a shame that the opportunity doesn’t arise very much, a lot of local pubs have no smoking signs outside now so for me it’s only abroad where you get to sit and enjoy them out.
It’s funny you can see nearly all the blokes eyeing them up when your sitting having a drink, it’s such a shame that the opportunity doesn’t arise very much, a lot of local pubs have no smoking signs outside now so for me it’s only abroad where you get to sit and enjoy them out.
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