tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396204660331057802.post2609448341594209090..comments2024-01-02T00:13:16.771-08:00Comments on When My Feet Go Through the Door: Changing TimesMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00387170913578542671noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396204660331057802.post-81010882346825928862018-04-21T07:46:47.803-07:002018-04-21T07:46:47.803-07:00I think it was in the Crown that I had a stand up ...I think it was in the Crown that I had a stand up row with someone in the 70s. An obnoxious individual crammed his group around our table and we were very cramped, and the person next to me chain smoked all night, holding his cigarettes near to my face. When I challenged this, he was unconcerned, and the obnoxious one said that he thought there was a non-smoking pub in Cheshire. My objection was not to his mate smoking (I've never been anti-smoking); it was being forced to smoke all night myself.RedNevhttp://rednev-rearm.blogspot.co.uknoreply@blogger.com