I’d just like to apologise. How wrong was I about the whiney, pompous, i-know-what’s-good-for-you, sanctimonious, self-righteous, holier than thou bleating, eh?
Heres my prediction: If this happens, then within twelve months there will be no pubs left.
In my experience smokers tend to like a few, as we’re generally a dedicated bunch, fully committed to shortening our lifespans by all means possible.
The kind of person who enjoys loftily, and humourlessly pontificating on why everything they don’t personally like should be immediately banned, will doutless be the same ones who turn up at their local twice a year (once prior to christmas, and once on Colins birthday on a June afternoon, if the suns out) where they will spend an hour nursing a pint of Scruttocks Old Gobshite, commenting on its hoppy overtones, before disappearing for another 6 months. Then driving past one day and complaining that its a real shame that all the pubs are now Tesco Metro’s, and they’ll have to drive to the nearest pub now, when its Colins birthday next year