Last evening as England cruised to an imperious victory over those dirty diggers at the Rose Bowl, I sat back watching such wonderfully named English batsmen as Kieswetter, and Eioeioeioen Morgan, hitting a four to bring up his unbeaten 103 and to win the match, and I looked at the sparkling modern concrete stadium with it's plastic seats all covered in no smoking signs and as I sat with my pint of extra cold Guinness in my hand I thought to myself what a bloody good time to be sparking up a cigar.
So, it occurred to me, where have you been that just cried out for a good cigar but you couldn't?
So, it occurred to me, where have you been that just cried out for a good cigar but you couldn't?
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