I always loved working in the workshop, although the work was hard and the hours were long people always laughed and made the most of what they had. It was never an issue to smoke in them days, even the supervisors walked around with a fag hanging out of their mouths. Walking into work at 8AM and being hit by the sweet stale smell from the previous days smoke was almost as comforting as the smell of the woodwork which we worked on, work was never the same again, stupid ban. I tell you lad, Health & Safety gone mad.
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