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RIP The Quiet Cigar In A British Pub
I know we've had the smoking ban in pubs since August 2007, but the restriction is beginning to weigh on me.
I'm essentially sympathetic to the reasons it was introduced, but wish there had been some compromise to allow 50/50 smoking/non-smoking facilities in pubs.
I know for a fact that many pubs are facing losses or closing because many of them are stopping live music on their premises as there are fewer punters.
I'm feeling the ban acutely at the moment. Although I can escape the house (and not pong it out) by having a quiet time in my garden cabin (aka my wife's art studio), I miss the conviviality of pub surroundings.
I used pubs for cigar smoking rather than for drinking.
In my corner of Kent, there are many many quaint and quiet country pubs where every now and then I was able to spend an hour or two away from the family in the evening enjoying a good Havana. I know pubs with low ceilings, roaring fires, ticking clocks and nuzzling dogs where I could sit and relax, unwind, read, talk to people. It was a civilized and gentlemanly way to recharge.
Wherever I have smoked, I have adored filling a room with my cigar smoke. There was something mesmerising about seeing the smoke fog itself around light fixtures, and then suddenly pull back in a cloud of retreat when somebody walked in or out of the pub door.
I miss the conversations I have had with folk in pubs. About cigars to start with, then on to just about anything. I've made some longtime friends in civilised pubs. (Please note the 'civilised'. I always stay well clear of the chavvy boozers).
Cigars are a passport to relaxation and dreams.
Now that pubs are banned, my smoking has folded in on me. I have to use the car. I have to leave the house.
I've worked out if I lived alone, I would smoke away here in my front room. With the family, I don't want them to carry the taint of my smoking on their clothing to college or to their jobs.
Now I'm sitting here wondering whether to buy a patio heater. It's the early dark nights that raise a sense of bedtime at six - and I hate it!
I don't know. I guess I'm mourning the pub cigar smokes I used to slip out for.
The closest pub is five minutes on foot from my front door. I've had great times in there - mostly on my own because I love solitude - but now I never step foot in the place and it's sad.
Is anyone else in mourning for their cigar smokes in pubs?
I'm essentially sympathetic to the reasons it was introduced, but wish there had been some compromise to allow 50/50 smoking/non-smoking facilities in pubs.
I know for a fact that many pubs are facing losses or closing because many of them are stopping live music on their premises as there are fewer punters.
I'm feeling the ban acutely at the moment. Although I can escape the house (and not pong it out) by having a quiet time in my garden cabin (aka my wife's art studio), I miss the conviviality of pub surroundings.
I used pubs for cigar smoking rather than for drinking.
In my corner of Kent, there are many many quaint and quiet country pubs where every now and then I was able to spend an hour or two away from the family in the evening enjoying a good Havana. I know pubs with low ceilings, roaring fires, ticking clocks and nuzzling dogs where I could sit and relax, unwind, read, talk to people. It was a civilized and gentlemanly way to recharge.
Wherever I have smoked, I have adored filling a room with my cigar smoke. There was something mesmerising about seeing the smoke fog itself around light fixtures, and then suddenly pull back in a cloud of retreat when somebody walked in or out of the pub door.
I miss the conversations I have had with folk in pubs. About cigars to start with, then on to just about anything. I've made some longtime friends in civilised pubs. (Please note the 'civilised'. I always stay well clear of the chavvy boozers).
Cigars are a passport to relaxation and dreams.
Now that pubs are banned, my smoking has folded in on me. I have to use the car. I have to leave the house.
I've worked out if I lived alone, I would smoke away here in my front room. With the family, I don't want them to carry the taint of my smoking on their clothing to college or to their jobs.
Now I'm sitting here wondering whether to buy a patio heater. It's the early dark nights that raise a sense of bedtime at six - and I hate it!
I don't know. I guess I'm mourning the pub cigar smokes I used to slip out for.
The closest pub is five minutes on foot from my front door. I've had great times in there - mostly on my own because I love solitude - but now I never step foot in the place and it's sad.
Is anyone else in mourning for their cigar smokes in pubs?
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