good grief, i can't even have a cigarette in peace! i travel five miles to a pub for a drink with a mate, and an elder turns up.
i'm sitting down just blowing the last bit of smoke out of my sinfull lungs and stubbing my cig out, and i look over to the bar and there's an elder from my old cong, looking in my direction with a look of disdain on his face. he then looks at the barman, and then looks back. i put my thumb up to him, he stares with a frown, and looks away.
df for smoking wasnt the way i wanted to go, but, hay ho, nil desperandum!