I did it! I smoked my big fat cigar! For 250 years customers of the Bulls Head have enjoyed a smoke with their ale. From the clay pipes of yesteryear to the Marlboro Lites of today!
And I have the dubious honour of being the last person ever to smoke in this ancient hostelry!
As you are aware, I am a non smoker, so I approached this task with caution and a certain amount of trepidation. As predicted, the glowing monster had the effect of making me a little wobbly and an interesting shade of green! But I stuck at it, and one and a quarter hours after setting out on my Cuban adventure, I stubbed out the remaining stump!
This morning I awoke with a mouth that tasted like an ashtray! My discarded clothes were giving off an unpleasant odour and my restorative mug of coffee tasted vaguely reminiscent of stagnant pond water.
It's now several hours later and I have completed my first shift in a smoke free pub. At the end of the session, I noticed a strange new smell in the bar! Food!