What a dirty cow... I would find that sickening, like the people who drop fags in cups...even disposable ones.. perhaps the owner ( Peter) could supply those disposable ashtrays that you can get from the party shop near Albany Road.
The correlation is easily explained. Those high level smokers enjoy living in a cloud of smoke. Without their accustomed comfort 'blanket' they feel lost.
Ordinary hair doesn't pick up this smoke smell sufficiently effectively (apparently: as a non-smoker I should have do disagree, but anyway) therefore they need to coat their hair with something suitably sticky to encourage the smell to remain after they stop.
The combination of smoke, hairspray (which invariably stinks too) and the cheap scent that again is perfetly correlated with this phenomenon gives rise to a stomach churning....
ugh... I cannot go on. sorry if you're reading this with your lunch.
I think I've just discovered the Mapmaker Aversion Diet (TM) for non-smokers.
Just wanted to say that Sobo has now become a regular haunt for both my boyfriend and I. Weekend breakfasts are taken there religiously, and because my boyfriend works from home, he has kicked the various local Starbucks into touch in favour of it - he now has his afternoon coffee breaks there, convinced that the cappuccino is the best he has tasted this side of Milan (and his grandparents live there, so presumably he should know). The almond croissants are fantastic as well, if not quite part of a calorie controlled diet. So, pretty much faultless all-round, and clearly the best cafe in the area, by miles. But a note to the owners: feel free to ban smoking...
Your rave reviews incited us to have a wander up there on sunday (ten minutes from closing sadly! I could have lingered for hours getting seriously caffeinated) The hosts were lovely, the coffee super, the carrot cake all I could have expected and the prices accessible even to a pair of public sector workers!