Just an observation .... on catching sight of

[tippexx]

myself in the conservatory mirror the other day.

Why is it that when we start a cigar we can look and feel like movie stars, oil moguls, cattle barons or merchant bankers.

But, when we get past the band ? like some desperate old bugger who's found something in the gutter.

Put me in mind of Roger Miller's 1964 King of the Road.

I smoke old stogies I have found
Short, but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.

[Big_T_UK]

God, this feels oddly true, I just never wanted to think about it like that.

I guess the truly wealthy would not bother to remove the band and just discard the cigar, then light a fresh one. Conspicuous consumption, etc....

[Bwgan]

I had a similar thought in the pub the other day....how come I felt a bit pompous smoking on my cigar???

[monkey66]

I guess the truly wealthy would not bother to remove the band and just discard the cigar, then light a fresh one. Conspicuous consumption, etc....

Being truly wealthy and having no regard for waste are not necessacerely the same thing.

I think one can feel a bit conspicuous lighting up in a random beer garden because you are in a club of one, everybody can smell you sweet stench but they do not get to taste that joy-stick in your mouth.

[Soulmanure]

I had a similar thought in the pub the other day....how come I felt a bit pompous smoking on my cigar???

I have that feeling a bit myself. Oh well; there's always that tension between our own personal reasons for what we do and how others might perceive them. F' it.

[davidruddell]

The wife says she thinks someone smoking the last part of a cigar looks a little criminal/tough guy.

Spare a thought for us Nub lovers too!, we always look like that.



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[Robusto]

I'm afraid I'm a total exhibitionist with a cigar.

Correction. I am very happy to be a total exhibitionist with a cigar.

I have become 100% confident about it since joining this forum after YEARS of hiding away in case somebody caught me. (I used to drive two towns away - 30 odd miles - so I wasn't outed. Some of that - only a little, mind - is because I don't want to be caught smoking by the pupils I teach. Mind you, I'm not really bothered about that these days).

I pose with a Bolivar at the wheel of my car. I strut around the neighbourhood with a D4 and my dog. I put on my Stetson for extra drama and I love it!

I seriously love the pantomime of the cigar. It's a pleasure.



As for ethics... as for responsibility... as for guilt...

Well I don't have a lot of float for this indulgence. Home finances are delicate and I fuel my Havana pleasure by playing dep (ie stand-in) jobs as a musician when groups are looking for a keyboard player. I often have to play total, embarrassing unmusical crap but I do it because the pay - on a great night - can get me a box of decent Havanas, or the wages can be saved in my Havana fund. I declare my player earnings. I have become an honest boy.

So... I really do put in the antisocial hours (which might include referencing songs and learning them for a good band... or doing nothing to prepare when the work is twaddle) for my cigars in extra time. My wife slaughters me if it came out of the domestic budget. Rightly so. (I like to spend).

At the moment, my best band is a writing band I'm in. I'm not earning a penny from that at present. We aim to gig from Spring and the stuff we are putting together is - for the first time in years - material I believe in - so no cigars from that line of pleasure currently, then.

I don't have any other indulgences. I drive a tiny car. We support our two grown-up sons in this shitty economic climate. I pay my dues as expected on musical/secondary income.

I have just smoked a Petit Edmundo - delicious - past three tramps begging in mainstreet Edinburgh. Of course I feel very sorry for them... but I don't feel guilty at all.

I'm honestly enjoying my cigars and having far too good a time when on the job to have bad or self-critical thought. They also work wonders and uplift my mind which is regularly pooped out - stressed - in the day job.

Elton John takes hundreds of jackets, suits, shoes on tour with him. In Tantrums and Tiaras he is asked if he feels guilty about poorer people. He says no because he works hard to pay for his indulgences.

In a minimalist way, I feel just the same.

What was the question?...
I don't think I picked up the point.
Sorry, chaps..

[Robusto]

Oh. Right. The end of a cigar.

I've never given it a second thought.

[whisky77]

Glad to see you are showing those folks in Edinburgh how to smoke a fat one Bryan.

[Robusto]

... ain't no stopping us now...

A shite one.
Probably earns me a box of JJ Fox matches in some appalling mid-Kent village hall Masonic ladies' night wine n dine thrash orgy, Craig.

[Robusto]

I got my scalp razore near Edinburgh Castle yesterday morning.

Unlike with the three of you the other day, I didn't understand a word of the conversation going on between the barber and three people waiting.

I understood a derogatory reference to David Cameron, and that was it!!!

I showed the barber a phone snap of my last razorage and thereby avoided the need for verbals!

[MarkSDMF]

Nothing better than walking through my home town, a rather deprived area (apparently going to be the second worst hit area by these cuts in the uk in a few years, believe that one if you can, because I cant) and catching a glimpse of yourself with that big fat 460 habano hanging out yer gub, recieving looks from your fellow plebians alike and seeing them thinking, wtf is a young lad doing that in his mouth, as you pass them and give them a big nosefull of all those flavours, currently rolling over your pallette and making you smile with glee.

Yeah, I love it.

[Robusto]

I couldn't agree more.

[celsis]

I often feel like a poseur when smoking a ciagr in a beergarden. I think it's being aware that some people are fuelled by jealousy. I therefore tend to smoke nothing larger than a robusto in beergardens in the UK. Don't feel the same pressure abroad.

[patrickspark]

i smoke whatever i feel like having at the time - i'm too old to give a f... what others think !