My last smoke was at five past eight in the evening on 21 February 1978, but I think you may be older than me. As well as being a militant ex-believer I'm a militant ex-smoker. We've lived in our present house for 27 years and during that time no-one has ever smoked herein. I can't think of anything more outrageous than someone smoking in a car with non-smokers present. Well I can, of course, but it's still pretty vile. One day I may become a militant ex-drinker, but that's as likely as a duff bottle of Hirondelle.

I recall Vin Garbutt having us in stitches with his tale of playing in a folk club full of smokers in a room that, helpfully, had an extractor fan. But the fan was at the back of the stage, so all the smoke got sucked in his direction on its way out. :-)