When We Were Kings
By on April 16, 2010 9:04 PM
As a child I suffered from passive smoking as my father was a chain smoker. Back then almost every member of my extended family, including my closet smoking nanna smoked.
Thankfully my father finally gave up smoking in his mid 30's, which was great for him and great for us. Hence, whenever I walk past King's in Sliema I can't help but laugh at the irony.
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Great shot. I was in an antique store the other day and found a beautiful magazine rack. Sadly, an ash tray was attached to the top! I grew up in a cloud too. Very scary. Now I can't be with in a half mile of a cigarette without smelling it. I can't be around smokers at all.