#204. smokingbanblog

History in the making and all that shite. Sitting here in ultra un-oirish, wi-fi enabled, 21st century pub (nae bar) with a mouthful of air freshener and lungs full of Cliph's B.O. I don't know what is more delightful, the thought of not having to perform industrial dry cleaning on my clothes in the morning or the thought of the ridicule Karl will get when he has to visit the cold pavement every time he needs a fag.

Already a brief walk down Camden Street has witnessed many a gem: a Frenchman scoffing at the ridiculousness of it all; a pair of belated Scots with legs bluer than their kilts; Ric of Ric's Amusements puffing away outside; and a trio of dudes in Arab skirts smoking outside Camden Halal.