Strawberry Cider, Neon Knickers and a Face Full of Cancer Smoke: My Perfect Pint Ruined

One sunny pub session, two free-spirited youths and a backward-cap vape king remind me exactly why Keir Starmer needs to ban smoking properly; before my lungs apply for a restraining order!

So picture the scene… it’s half past five on what might be Britain’s annual heatwave, which we like to call ‘summer’ so we can feel exotic while sweating through our shirts. I’m parked at my local, Guinness in one hand, Robert Harris novel in the other, performing my favourite social experiment; watching life unfold while pretending I’m invisible.

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