I’ve decided to embrace the whole plain packaging thing.
In Canterbury there is a wonderful old school tobacconist and confectioner. He sells snuff and chewin’ ‘baccy and all the old sweets you thought didn’t exist any more but do. He has jars from which he sells pipe tobacco, they are labelled with things like ‘Cherry Delight’, ‘Vanilla Smooth’ and ‘Rough Shag’ or stuff like that, it’s a great place and the sort of place that would make the mouths of the Righteous go into puckered cat’s arse mode in no time at all. He also calls his customers ‘Sir’, the youngsters get called ‘young man’, he has class.
Anyhow, I was passing today and decided to pop in, if only because he is one of the few reliable outlets for Brannigan’s roast beef and mustard crisps – to (mis)quote Ron Burgundy, if you don’t think they’re the best crisps ever, I WILL fight you. One of the reasons I popped in was because I’ve been taken with the concept of a cigarette case recently, and our classy old school tabac had a selection. Not one, a selection. God bless ‘em. So I invested £10 in this:
Nothing flash, just a plain chrome effect case, although I am thinking of having a pastiche of a health warning engraved on it, ‘Smoking Rules’ or something. Maybe, maybe not.
There is a point to this, a normal packet of fags receives no attention when sat on a table if out for the evening. This will, even non-smokers will pick it up, open it and inspect it. They’ll be looking at those smokes inside (Gauloises bleu for those who are interested, normally my puff of choice when I’ve been over the water) which they wouldn’t if they were in a normal packet, especially as such an accessory is a rarity in someone my age.
It adds a certain sophistication to the whole thing, but embraces completely the concept of plain packaging, well, I’m just doing as I’m told.
Smoking like a sir.