As I've said before, I'm a former tobacco lover. And the smell really never bothered me — when I was a smoker. (I'm sure my mother remembers fondly that I literally thought it didn't smell when I first started sneaking a smoke here and there. I smoked in the house; until she kindly informed me that...er...she was on to me.) When I quit, however, I started to move away from my principled position on pub and bar smoking (i.e. "it's uncivilized not to allow people a smoke with their beer!"), and towards what I used to consider the slow whine of the "my hair smells funny" crowd. But the thing is, it does make your hair smell funny! My mother was right (about that, and also you really should alphabetize your books — it's civilized.) Anyway, that's all to say that England, a last holdout on the war against tobacco in bars, has finally enacted their ban, to much consternation. We'll talk to a protesting smoker, over a beer and a smoke.