So, when did they stop smoking in pubs? In the UK, it was a glorious summer day in 2007. But really, it was the day we all chose breathing over bravado. The day we admitted that nicotine and pulled pork sandwiches didn’t mix.
And you know what? It was fine. Amazing, even. Pub culture evolved. It became more inclusive, less sticky, and your hair didn’t need a chemical wash afterwards. The only thing we lost was a giant, coughing orchestra. And I think we’re okay with that.
So, next time you’re in a pub, take a deep breath. Smell the hops, the wood polish, the faint aroma of a forgotten pork scratchings packet. And smile. Because you’re breathing air, not a biohazard. Cheers to that, my friend. Clink your glasses like it’s 2007.
