I smoked. My favourite cigarette was Benson and Hedges or “B&H”. It came in a gold box and had high tar content. I smoked about a packet a day and enjoyed every single puff. However I decided that it wasn’t doing me any so I gave up suddenly one day. Can’t remember when exactly but I stopped.
Now I hate cigarettes. In fact, I would quite happily kill people who smoke near me. Well, on a bad day I would.
I went out for a drink with a friend in Leipzig the other day. I thought that smoking had been banned in Germany. Nope, they were smoking everywhere. Even the bloody bar staff were smoking from behind the bar. When I got back to my hotel, my eyes were sore, my clothes and hair stank and I could taste the smoke at the back of my throat. It wasn’t until about noon the next day I finally got rid off the cigarette’s toxic fumes.
I think the smoking ban in England works quite well. All the smokers go outside for a quick puff in a little tent, leaving the pub/restaurant free from evil clouds of tobacco. I don’t think smokers mind so much as it’s a social thing to speak with other smokers under canvas outside.
So German smokers smoke outside in the freezing cold and enjoy your B&H without bugging me.
