The Joy Of The E-Cigarette
Happily annoying the antis ...
POSTED BY DAVID PIBWORTH ON 29/03/2016 @ 8:00AM
When the E-Cigarette first came in, I noticed that, initially, there were signs of depression from the anti-smoking brigade. What on earth were they going to complain about now?
If you want to annoy the antis, sit under a no smoking sign puffing on an e-Cigarette.
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When the smoking ban came in, it was fine. Smokers were trying to still get away with having a crafty drag, but it was nigh on impossible for them to get away with it.
"You can see people lighting up from a distance."
The smell of tobacco is impossible to mask, even from someone who isn't that bothered about smoking, let alone a fanatic who's sole ambition is to stop people doing anything they don't like.
They were smelling it out from miles away and rather like the Child Catcher in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, they would come creeping in with their nets, saying "Tobacco, I can smell it" and exacting their revenge for the crime.
Then along comes the E-Cigarette and catches on. Impossible to smell, looks like a pen and is thought not to do anywhere near the damage in comparison to proper cigarettes.
"And addicts still get the nicotine hit that they need, as nicotine itself is no more dangerous than caffeine."
The anti-smoking brigade were depressed. Who would they hound now? Ok, there are still a few real smokers about, but they tend to abide by the law. It's these pesky E-Cigarettes that are catching on now, and they're being used in public places.
The antis would now need to become vegetarian to carry on their hobby, and shout out against bacon sarnies and Sunday lunches.
But then, praise the Lord, common sense prevailed, and restaurants, trains and other public places decided to ban E-Cigarettes purely because they didn't want more anti-meat protesters in. Sales of bacon could plummet.
"I see this as one of the more sensible bans in the country as it keeps public order."
The anti-smoking brigade can carry on searching out their villains, the villains can carry on getting their nicotine hit without effecting the health of those sitting near them, and if anything, the new rules have made the game more interesting as its nigh on impossible to spot someone vaping (as its apparently called) if they are being surreptitious about it.
I gave up smoking years ago, but I have an E-Cigarette with me at all times. I don't need it, but it is fun to sit under 'No Smoking' signs and use it. They have their hobby and I have mine, and all's well with the world.
Until next time ...
David is the owner of David Pibworth Productions (DPP) which provide corporate entertainment and also actors for corporate training and development.
Having worked in the Light Entertainment field for many years and produced shows for Al Murray & Joe Pasquale amongst others, David is in a position to advise on well-known comedy and musical acts. DPP also represent Ray Galton and Alan Simpson's scripts which include Hancock's Half Hour and Steptoe and Son.
He is the director of MK Theatre of Comedy who are very well known locally for their stage adaptations of classic comedy scripts such as Fawlty Towers, The Vicar of Dibley, Allo Allo and many others.
He is a long-standing member of Equity and the Directors Guild of Great Britain and has acted in, and directed, many productions over the years, mainly in Light Entertainment, but with occasional forays into Shakespeare etc. Every Christmas he is contracted as an Ugly Sister in Cinderella, currently with 'That's Entertainment' who also use him as a director.
He teaches eccentric magic for The Pauline Quirke Academy and MKTOC also run a youth drama school in Olney from the DPP offices.
David maintains his busy lifestyle is a surefire way to avoid being on any committees. He is married to Julie, and they have one daughter, Esther and live in Clifton Reynes, surrounded by dogs, cats and horses. They live so close to the church that David has instructed his daughter - when he dies and not before - to fire him over the wall from a circus cannon.