I was invited to a party last Saturday which was held in a pub. If you haven’t noticed, there is a little hint in my sidebar intimating that I’m one of those foul smokers. What made this pub different is that it had a proper smoking shelter which actually gave the occupants real shelter from the elements.
Now I’m not going to tell you where it is, because it most certainly flouts all the puerile rules by the anti-smoking fascists.
It was a haven of comfort with tables, comfortable seating, lighting, and enough heaters to ensure that one complete power station would have to be permanently on line to supply it. Enough to drive a hundred global warmists into an early grave I hope. The shelter was spotlessly clean with plenty of ashtrays which were emptied on a regular basis. All in all, an oasis of plenty for the smoker.
At the time the shelter was about 85% enclosed from the elements but the neat bit was that if an anti smoking facilitator , or what ever you want to call one, turned up, the Perspex windows could have been jettisoned in less than 60 seconds.
The shelter has been up since 2009 and no-one in this loyal pub community has ratted yet to the anti-smoking Nazis. On the other hand if one had turned up, the 200 ft cliff at the end of the patio might just have been a deterrent to any action being taken.
It really was a nice place to be. Mind you I felt like shit on sunday morning.