...it does this:
Have I adapted? Oh yes, I have adapted. It’s the sixth anniversary for Scotland and I’m starting to enjoy the rage.
Has my social life changed? Initially, yes, but now that a group of us ex-pub-regulars have our Smoky-Drinky evenings, it’s actually getting back to normal. Cheaper, too, and we don’t have to put up with belligerent drunks barging about the place. We also have no closing time.
Do I go to pubs? No. I was a definite once-a-week regular, more often if I had the money, but the half-shelters are no use at all in the north of Scotland. So I don’t go to pubs now.
It’s not just the pubs. I have not been inside a restaurant nor a cinema since the ban started and soon gave up on all coffee shops and cafes. Since I don’t spend much time in town as a result, I don’t browse the local shops either. These days I visit town for the bank, post office and whatever I need to buy, get in and get out.
Where do I drink and smoke? At home or at a Smoky-Drinky with other people who used to visit the pubs regularly. Three of us were regular enough to be on the pool team at one pub.
Has the local pub made an effort? What can they do? The rules are clear, smokers are to be treated with utter contempt and offered something that wouldn’t even qualify as a bus shelter. That is the law, thanks to the whining antismoking bigots. They didn’t even throw us out to the shed – we can’t be allowed to have that much shelter.