Smoking is an emotive subject. The popular view now seems to be that smokers are, at best, deluded fools hastening themselves to an early grave and, at worst, murderers.
I’ve never smoked (well, I say never - when I was 19 I smoked for about half a day but stopped because I couldn’t see what the fuss was about) but I have lived with smokers all my life. My mum smokes, my paternal grandparents smoked, my maternal uncles smoke - many the Christmas I sat after dinner in a room with up to 8 other people, all smoking, watching the air gradually fill with blue smoke.
But I’ve never been a smoking Nazi; if you want to smoke, I don’t mind. Indeed, there are certain instances where I WANT people to be smoking. The major one of these is in a pub.
There’s been a trend over the last few years to turn pubs into family entertainment. Woe betide the pub that doesn’t do food these days, or have a family room, or a kids play area, or a non-smoking policy. But I’m sorry that is not what a pub is for. Even though as a kid I spent quite bit of time in various pubs (nods to the Martello and the Windsor Tavern at this point), I don’t agree with kids in pubs. (Sorry to those friends of mine that have kids and like a drink). A proper pub is not a suitable place for children.
Proper pubs, though, are fading fast. What do I mean by proper pub? Well:
- You can smell it from the other end of the street; a proper pub has a distinctive smell, of died-in-the-wood ale, smoke, and long-term drinkers.
- It’s generally on the corner of the street - preferably with those green tiles half way up the building. You know, those green tiles that you only ever see on pubs.
- It is quite dark inside; the hardened drinker doesn’t want to see himself too well in the mirror above the bar.
- You can buy crisps and peanuts - maybe even chocolate - but you can’t buy dinner. Dinner is something you have before you come in or after you leave.
- You can smoke and they sell cigars from behind the bar.
- Regulars have their own seat and their own glass.
Most establishments that call themselves a pub these days aren’t proper pubs. You have to put up with kids running about (we’ll leave the poor parenting rant to another day), you have to put up with people eating all round you, you have to put up with clean air and no atmosphere.
I’ve never got this whole “passive smoking” idea either. As I said, I grew up with a family of smokers and it doesn’t seem to have done me any harm. I don’t have asthma - a friend of mine, from a family of non-smokers, is way worse off than me there - it hasn’t stunted my growth (6′ 4″), and it doesn’t seem to have effected my ability to think for myself. So what’s the big deal?
I agree that smoking may not be the best thing that you can do for yourself (after all, you’re setting fire to something and then breathing in the results) but it is legal, so if you want to smoke, go to it. In fact, I’ll buy you a pint!



