What the hell is it with those people who stand in front of smokers, flapping their hands, coughing in a high-pitched and totally implausible manner?
WE ARE IN GLASGOW. IT IS COLD, WET, AND BLOWING A FUCKING GALE. I’LL BE FINE ‘COS MY LUNGS ARE USED TO IT, BUT GO INSIDE OUT OF THE RAIN YOU DELICATE LITTLE FLOWER.
How, exactly, am I disturbing you? Or is it the potential threat that I, one day, may drift past you with the smell of bonfires? I suppose that, if you follow the train of thought that leads from passive incurrance of a smoking related illness:
me smoking = you finding it neccessary to remonstrate by doing the Big Bird Dance + torrential rain = you with pneumonia.
Okay, I admit it: it’s all my fault. Including that horrific jacket that you mistook for a sartorial triumph.
October 26, 2008 at 12:17 pm |
Nothing makes me happier than the apparently pan-European smoking ban inside public buildings. However, that’s about as much as can possibly be demanded of smokers. Smoking is only mildly annoying outside, and it’s certainly no danger to me. It doesn’t smell of bonfires, though
If it did, I’d be crowding your personal space, trying to catch a nostalgic whiff of how warming up the sauna smells like.
That torrential rain has rewarded me with another Scottish Killer Flu :/ Maybe I don’t have enough Viking blood to live here.