An old bloke came into the pub just now, I thought he was wearing a cravat. No. He unplugged it, popped a tube in, blasted his lungs clear, removed it, re-plugged and then lit up a fag.
This is not some Bill Hicks joke.
He then said he hasn't been in a pub for over twenty years, but was damn sure he'd have a last fag in one before the ban. He is still here and people are queueing to buy him a drink.
"This country has gone to hell in a handbag". Wise words issue forth.
He is a proud man, fought in WWII, and now relegated to buying the "past sell-by date" stuff in Sainsbury. I want to adopt him.
He is a trooper, an old guard, a reason we had some sort of freedom until a few years ago. We treat TB riddled, benefit scounging immigrants better than we treat him.
I am truly sick of this shite, but we wil make sure he has a good few beers, any fags that he wants, a meal on the house and afree cab home.
He has earned it.
