England, Smoke, but no fire…
So here I am sat in my hotel room, and I stink. No, dear readers, not the usual stink of a hard days slog at the poor house. But I stink of smoke. I am so used to the fact that nobody can smoke inside, that it always comes as a shock when I get to this trade show, and I realize that entry requirements include having the need to smoke 40 cigarettes a day!
My “yank” colleagues and I kept having to escape for breathers every now and again. Which usually involved a trip to the bar to drink the “Cream of Manchester”….
Ahh, it is good to be home, but roll on July 1st when England becomes a non smoking country. I am guessing that social smoking will dramatically drop, but the hard core smokers will continue come what may – and boy oh boy, I bet they will moan about it. After all Britain is a nation of complainers…
