A rather grand lady told me once how her generation before the war used to make smoking particularly seductive: you inhaled and then gracefully exhaled down the length of your arm before finishing blowing upwards. It sounds tricky, but with the right vamp in the right ambience I think it could work.
The likelihood is that the Commons will vote to phase out smoking tomorrow, which would mean that anyone aged 14 or younger will never be able legally to buy a cigarette. That’s fine then for my 17-year old daughter, who nicks the family Davidoffs to smoke with her friends. It turns out that the allure of cigarettes for her lot is not dissimilar to that for an older generation: they’re cool.
