Outside buildings up and down the country we have seen the emergence of the outside smoking seat. It is usually the worst seat in the building and invariably left to suffer the elements and bear the scars as if some warning to the ardent smokers of hard times ahead. These are never situated in the nicest of places often hardening the resolve of the smoker and as a way of embracing the never say die spirit will revel in the dubious glories these places and objects have to offer, whilst reminicing over the stench of bars before body odour, stale lager and piss dominated. And admimre the mini landsacpes of turner-esque powdered ash stubbed into the red brick textures on the walls, and provisional ashtrays beligerently decorated all around with fag butts.
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