For many years I played a white Fender Strat in a soul band in Brighton pubs and other venues. I didn't smoke but the pub punters generally did.

When I used to open up my guitar case the morning after a gig, I was hit with the smell of smoke. My pillow stunk of cigarette smoke, as did my hair. (I parked trousers over the stair banisters overnight).

The white Strat gradually turned a golden mellow yellow - probably the same colour as the inside of my lungs at that period.

I cheered when the smoking ban came in...