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Tobacco Toleration - Open Letter to Press & Public

I am sick and tired of being the bad guy!  
Lovely, worthy people look down their noses at me - because I smoke!  I am evil incarnate!  Everybody else - other than smokers - are GOOD!
    Because of their goodness, their rectitude, if I want to enjoy the additional gastronomic delight of  a  cigar or cigarette after a fine meal in a restaurant in the Republic of Ireland, or in Norway, and now in Italy (where I hope to go, before I die, to Florence ) I cannot.  I must leave my seat and go outdoors - because of all the 'good' people.
    A few months ago, in Edinburgh, I found the solution, in a lovely old pub.  About to light a cigarette in the restaurant I was told, most courteously, that if I wanted to smoke the party should move to the Bar.          
    Great! Without offending anyone we moved to this part of the establishment and after haggis, neaps and taties I was able to tantalise my taste buds in my usual fashion, with a hand-rolled  cigarette (natural, uncontaminated Virginia tobacco) designed to tickle the taste buds, along with a coffee and a cognac. Gorgeous!
    Not all places are as civilised - and in the three countries named above I am banished to the street, or whatever outdoor area is available, regardless of the weather.
   
It's got worse of course!  I have become so nervous about lighting up in private homes that I now habitually ask permission, and never even think of smoking when infants are present, though passive smoking dangers are highly exaggerated, where one or even two people have an occasional cigarette.  It's different of course in a smoke-filled public house.  Even I cannot stick this - am driven to make for the exit.
    So, reacting to extremes of current public-health hysteria, I came to the conclusion that I should outline my own rules, my attitude towards people who smoke in my house.  I do so almost in despair, and certainly with a degree of anger against what I perceive as exaggerated and inconsiderate legislation.
    I hope that in my letter to the press, reproduced below, I have maintained a consideration and a civility that I do not often find among those who condemn smoking and smokers as if it and they are the source of all evil.




Yes! I am pissed off - but still fairly civilised!