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”….