Airports are curious places, aren’t they? You’re simultaneously in transit and nowhere at all, caught between here and there with nothing but time to kill.
Category: The Smoking Room Stories
A Short Account of my Encounters in Smoking Rooms, mostly in Airports & Pubs
Every night at Velvet Mirage has its rituals, and for me, the smoking room was as much a part of the evening as the whiskey
It was another typical Saturday night at The Rising Pint. The band was playing a questionable rendition of Sweet Child O’ Mine, the crowd was