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open air swimming on the heath was turbo fun. targ, chris, ally, abby, luke and i cavorted around in the worryingly brown waters of the mixed bathing pond. the attendants seemed most amused, although there was the inevitable telling off for reckless behaviour.

the weather gods responded to their offering in their typically torrential style. and so my brave companions and i sought refuge in a nearby pub. tasty food, nice beverages, and for the last time, an indoors cigar capped off a thoroughly successful outing.

all this coupled with the miles of running all over the heath i did trying to find the place after having to ditch the taxi i feel properly exorcised exercised. the driver had burst his tyres trying to squeeze through a gap that didn't exist then had the temerity to try and charge me the full fair. what a nob.

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[king-of-spook.livejournal.com]

I enjoyed a final cigar on tuesday. A friend and I went to a traditional gentlemans club, the east india club on st james square in mayfair. We sat in the smoking room, no women allowed obviously, enjoying a fine glass of cognac and a monte cristo while sitting in churchill leather arm chairs. Had to be done.

[crazymeandave.livejournal.com]

...and as easily as an eczema sufferer exfoliates, another piece of english heritage is lost.

as it happened, the cigar gods did see fit to bestow upon me the privilege of lawful indoor public smoking one last time when i hooked up with targ et al for some feeling gloomy/slimelight mayhem.

cigar smoking slimelights are now officially consigned to my past for ever more.

[gaius-octavian.livejournal.com]

It will be pretty surreal to be in a club where it's ok to shoot up in the toilets, but not to smoke.

[panzermensch101.livejournal.com]

You up in Leicester this weekend dude?

[crazymeandave.livejournal.com]

next weekend. for the spookeroo's birthday festivities