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I had the pleasure of going to a concert at the Brixton academy only to discover I couldn't even see the bloody band because of the smoke. Not to mention I ended up coughing so hard I had to leave half-way through. Why? A couple right in front of me who didn't even look like they enjoyed the music were chain-smoking. Gits. I've had a cigerrette stubbed out on my mid-riff by my grandmother (whose cigerette caused a house-fire), leaving a circular scar. I've ended up, because of my asthma, having to go on a nebuliser once I've been in too much smoker's company. IMO, banning it is a good thing. Yeah, smokers have rights, but they also have homes.
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