Happy Easter!

Now that I am 65 I qualify for the shingles vaccine.

In fact, within days of my birthday earlier this month I was invited by my local surgery to make an appointment and yesterday I popped round to receive the first of two jabs.

The second is in six months and after that I should be protected for life, fingers crossed.

Shingles is unpleasant at the best of times, but I understand it gets progressively worse the older you are because the body finds it harder to fight the virus, which infects nerve endings and the skin around them.

This causes a painful rash and blisters on the skin, usually the torso, but sometimes on the face.

According to the NHS website, it can ‘sometimes lead to serious problems such as long-lasting pain, hearing loss or blindness’.

As it happens, I’ve had shingles before - in my early twenties - and I can vouch for the fact that it is extremely painful.

Thankfully I only had it for a month, but someone I knew through work wasn’t so lucky. He was an architect and was in his sixties when the virus struck.

He had it for 18 months which was extremely debilitating, although he was remarkably stoic about it.

I don’t know how long the shingles vaccine has been available but I didn’t think twice when it was offered, and while I was at the surgery yesterday the nurse gave me the vaccine for pneumonia too, so I ended up having a jab in both arms!

I was warned that an adverse reaction to the shingles vaccine might include a sore arm, headache, muscle pain, tiredness, nausea etc, but I seem to be OK.

My wife however has been persuaded that I need to rest for at least 24 hours and as she never reads this blog I’m looking forward to a quiet (and leisurely) day.

Happy Easter!

Every cloud and all that

Daily Mail columnist Tom Utley is an old friend of Forest.

I first met him 24 years ago at Auberon Waugh’s Academy Club in Soho where Forest was sponsoring a series of soirées in a spartan smoke-filled room overlooking Lexington Street.

A lifelong smoker, Tom has attended many Forest events and we have presented him with two awards, one in 2005 at the Groucho Club, and another in 2022 at Boisdale of Belgravia.

In a recent column (March 22) he described how a burglar had broken into his south London home two days earlier and taken what he could while Tom and his wife were asleep upstairs:

Clearly it was a quick in-and-out job which couldn’t have lasted much more than five minutes.

But it was quite long enough to cause an enormous amount of anxiety, distress, inconvenience and expense.

I know what he means.

It’s a very long time since I experienced a burglary, and I too was living in south (east) London. However, although I was never in any personal danger, the cost in terms of peace of mind was surprisingly high.

Here’s what happened.

In 1987, to get on the property ladder at the age of 28, I bought a 25 per cent share of a large four-storey house in Camberwell.

We were there for two years before we had our first break in. The thieves had climbed over the wall at the back of the property and broken into the house via the kitchen which was in the basement.

We weren’t at home but eagle-eyed neighbours had spotted some unusual activity and called the police.

When I arrived home an hour later, blissfully unaware that the house had been broken in to, several policemen were in and around the building.

The policeman standing by the front door had to be convinced I was the owner but even when they were satisfied they wouldn’t let me in because they thought one of burglars might still be on the premises.

When they were satisfied no-one was there I was allowed in and I saw at once that a television and two video recorders had been taken which was annoying because I was director of the Media Monitoring Unit at the time and needed them for my work.

I was warned that one of the bedrooms - my bedroom - was in a bit of a mess with clothes on the floor and drawers pulled out, but when I had a look I had to confess it was like that when I left the house that morning.

After that we installed a sliding metal security gate to protect the double door in the basement, but a year later it happened again.

This time I arrived home, heard the sound of someone running down the stairs, and was gobsmacked when a hooded figure raced past me, out the front door (which was still open), and off up the road.

We think he got in through one of the less than secure sash windows, but nothing seemed to be missing so I must have disturbed him before he took anything.

In hindsight I’m very glad we didn’t meet further up the stairs because I might have inadvertently blocked his escape route and who knows what might have happened. (Like Tom Utley, I’m a writer not a fighter!)

In the five years I lived in Camberwell I also had my car stolen while I was on holiday. I replaced it and within weeks the spare wheel was stolen.

Thieves later broke in to the ‘new’ car by smashing the rear window but there was a fault with the engine and the thieves couldn’t get it started to drive it away.

Overall, though, apart from a much loved seven-year-old car that wasn’t worth much when it was stolen, I didn’t lose a great deal.

Unlike Tom’s family, I didn’t have the inconvenience of losing my wallet, bank card, driving licence, house keys, laptop and passport.

Tom also had both sets of car keys stolen which necessitated his beloved Merc being towed away to a place of safe keeping in case the robbers came back for it.

Nevertheless, it was several years before I regained complete peace of mind.

Two years after we moved to Edinburgh in 1992 I remember looking out the window of our top floor flat convinced that someone was trying to break into my car, and for several years I was on constant alert for anything suspicious.

Yesterday Tom described the many kind words and deeds that neighbours and even complete strangers have offered him and his family this past week.

He also mentioned that, as a newspaper columnist, there’s a part of him that welcomes the occasional domestic crisis because it gives him something to write about.

Even as a humble blogger, I can relate to that. Every cloud and all that!

PS. Before I moved to Camberwell I was renting a tiny studio flat in Ravenscourt Park between Hammersmith and Chiswick.

It was in the basement of a terraced house and one night, as I was sleeping, I was woken by the sound of someone trying to climb in through the sash window that I had left partly open to get some fresh air.

I was half asleep but I shouted as loudly as I could, with a few expletives thrown in for good measure. The intruder got such a shock he fell back, and ran away.

At the time it felt like a dream but it definitely happened. Honest!

Above: Tom Utley at the Forest Summer Lunch, Boisdale of Belgravia, July 2023

Knighthood for 'the most rebellious serving Conservative MP'

Congratulations to Philip Davies MP, awarded a 'surprise knighthood' on the recommendation of Rishi Sunak.

As MPs go, Philip is one of the good guys. Elected as the member of parliament for Shipley in West Yorkshire in 2005, he has been a guest at several Forest events, including the annual Freedom Dinner that ran from 2012 to 2017.

He has also been a panellist at several other events, in London and at party conference.

The first time was at the Conservative conference in Birmingham in 2008 when he was on a panel with Paul Staines (aka Guido Fawkes), Alex Deane (Big Brother Watch), Claire Fox (Institute of Ideas), and me.

I can't remember what the discussion was about, but in June 2010 he joined us again for one of our Voices of Freedom debates at the Institute of Economic Affairs when we addressed the issue 'Big Government Is Watching You: the surveillance society and individual freedom'.

The event was co-hosted by The Free Society (an offshoot of Forest that ran from 2007 to 2013) and Big Brother Watch. I wrote about it here, noting that:

It was standing room only at our Voices of Freedom debate last night with around 60 people squeezed into the IEA conference room. Hosted by The Free Society and Big Brother Watch, the subject was 'Big Government is Watching You: the surveillance state and individual freedom"'.

Speakers included Phil Booth, national coordinator of NO2ID; Alex Deane, director of Big Brother Watch; and journalist Ross Clark, author of The Road to Southend Pier. (Ross used to write a regular column in The Spectator called 'Banned Wagon'. I reminded him that the last time we met, at a Spectator Summer Party, he invited me to play for his village cricket team!)

Best of all, perhaps, because it meant we had a proper debate, was Philip Davies MP who stirred things up with a passionate defence of surveillance cameras and other tools of what some might call the Big Brother state.

Indeed, things got a bit fiery as Alex Deane, in particular, responded like the former World Debating Champion he is.

Broadcaster Iain Dale, who was chairing the discussion, tweeted:

Philip Davies MP making superb anti civil liberties speech, even if I disagree with virtually all of it!

I didn't agree with much of what Philip said either but he did make me think, and I respected his argument which was, essentially, without surveillance cameras a lot of crimes will never be solved, and thugs and criminals will get away with all sorts.

The panel was very unbalanced and I admired the way he argued his corner. In fact, I think he enjoyed it.

Another thing I admire about Philip is that, although he freely admits he doesn't like smoking, he defends an adult's right to smoke, and as a member of parliament he has consistently voted against anti-smoking legislation, including the display ban and plain packaging.

He recently agreed to host a Forest event at the House of Commons that was part of the campaign against the generational smoking ban. Unfortunately he turned out to be double booked and another MP, Giles Watling, had to step in at the last moment, but the thought was there and Philip later confirmed his opposition to the policy.

Another reason I admire him is that, from day one, he made it clear that his ambition was to be a good constituency MP, rather than aim for higher office. I dare say this was driven, initially at least, by his small majority (just 422 in 2005), but he stuck to his guns even when his majority rose to a more comfortable 9,944 in 2010.

To be clear, I've no problem with MPs who actively aim for a role in government, but focusing on your constituents without the distraction of a second job is refreshing, to me at least.

It also gives you genuine independence which Philip has taken full advantage of. According to his Wikipedia entry, 'He is the most rebellious serving Conservative MP, having voted against the Tory whip over 250 times in the course of his parliamentary career'.

His knighthood, then, may surprise many people, not least the man himself!

PS. Alex Deane, the former director of Big Brother Watch who gave Philip such a hard time on surveillance cameras, was recently selected as the Conservative parliamentary candidate for Finchley and Golder's Green.

Good luck to them both when the general election finally takes place.

Below (left to right): Paul Staines (aka Guido Fawkes), Alex Deane (Big Brother Watch), Claire Fox (Institute of Ideas), Philip Davies, and me at a fringe meeting organised by Forest at the Conservative party conference in Birmingham in October 2008

Power point - the Irish smoking ban 20 years on

They say history is written by the victors and the smoking ban is a good example.

Readers of this blog will be familiar with ‘Smoke and mirrors’, the infamous article written by Deborah Arnott, CEO of ASH, and her sidekick, the late Ian Willmore, in the Guardian in July 2006.

It was a masterpiece of its kind, a step-by-step guide that explained how the authors outfoxed opponents and engineered a ban that was beyond their wildest dreams. It was an article that also introduced us to two campaign strategies - the ‘confidence trick’ and ‘swarm effect’.

Of course, a comprehensive smoking ban would not have happened in England in 2007 had it not been for Scotland opting for a blanket ban in 2006, and the Scottish Government would not have gone for a comprehensive ban had it not been introduced in Ireland in March 2004.

(Famously, a sceptical first minister Jack McConnell flew to Dublin shortly after the ban was enforced and, within hours of meeting two or three carefully chosen pro-ban publicans, returned to Scotland a changed man.)

Today, exactly 20 years since the ban was introduced (a weekend I wrote about here), the Guardian has published an equally celebratory piece, ‘Ireland’s smoking ban 20 years on: how an unheralded civil servant triumphed against big tobacco’:

Tom Power led an alliance that brought about the pioneering health initiative which has since been adopted by more than 70 countries – and has saved countless lives.

According to the paper:

Members of the alliance that ushered in the ban compare Power to an engineer, a guide and a chess grandmaster who anticipated and countered the opponent’s strategy.

I wouldn’t call it a revisionist version of history because Tom Power’s role has been acknowledged before. When he died in 2005, aged 55, his obituary in the Irish Times was headlined ‘Driving force behind the smoking ban’.

Nevertheless, the Irish do like to exaggerate the degree to which the tobacco industry fought the ban. There was opposition, from tobacco companies and the hospitality industry, but recollections vary about the strength of that opposition.

As I remember it, the tobacco industry underestimated the influence a smoking ban in Ireland might have on other countries. My concern was the domino, or snowball, effect that a ban would have on the UK especially, but others saw things differently.

Of far greater concern at that time was the threat of smoking bans in major cities such as New York (where a public smoking ban was introduced in 2003), and London because they were seen as far more influential globally.

Ironically, in 2002, and with a little help from others, we did manage to stop the Greater London Authority from introducing a unilateral New York-style smoking ban in the capital, and with serious resources I like to think we could have put up a similar, consumer-led, fight in Ireland, but it wasn’t to be.

Of course, it suits the anti-smoking lobby to create a David v. Goliath feel to such battles, with individuals such as Tom Power pitted against the combined might of the tobacco and hospitality industries.

But in my experience even multinational industries are vulnerable to a single campaigner/politician/civil servant with drive and passion. (I don't know about Tom Power but more often than not, in the war on tobacco, they are ex-smokers and therefore something of a convert to anti-smoking.)

But that’s another story. Meanwhile, here’s another development, albeit not unexpected.

Twenty years on from the smoking ban, Ireland’s health minister Stephen Donnelly has announced, “The next logical step is to increase the minimum age of sale of tobacco products from 18 to 21, followed by consideration of their phasing out over time.”

According to reports he also wants to ban disposable vapes and ultimately prohibit all e-liquid flavours with the exception of the least popular, tobacco.

It’s interesting that Donnelly should propose raising the age of sale from 18 to 21 before considering a step-by-step generational ban, because it highlights the extreme nature of Rishi Sunak’s policy when even Ireland - the first country to introduce a comprehensive public smoking ban - doesn’t intend to emulate the UK, not yet anyway.

To be clear, I’m firmly against raising the age of sale of tobacco from 18 to 21, but I understand why some people favour it as a less worse option to raising the age of sale by one year every year until no adults can purchase a single tobacco product.

If there is significant opposition to a generational ban among Conservative MPs it’s an obvious compromise for the Government to offer rebellious backbenchers without losing face, but it all hangs on the scale of opposition.

We should learn more on April 16 when the Tobacco and Vapes Bill receives its second reading in the House of Commons. Watch this space.

Update: I am quoted in this Irish Daily Mirror report today – Smoking ban not 'an irrefutable success' says smoking rights group, 20 years after introduction in Ireland.

EV? No way!

My car is having its MOT and annual service today.

The nearest dealership/service centre is ten miles away so I am working on site while the work is carried out.

There are desks with power and USB sockets, plus a coffee machine that provides complementary drinks (espresso, latte, cappuccino, Americano), so it’s all very civilised.

My current car, a diesel SUV, is four years old. I bought it in March 2021 after my previous vehicle (the same model) was written off when I parked it next to the brook that runs through our village hours before the area was flooded.

That was two days before Christmas 2020 but the insurance company paid up very promptly, as did the GAP insurance company which meant that I was able to replace it with a car that was newer than the one I lost.

As I explained here, I’ve owned a number of diesels. Before that, and even though I was driving 25-30,000 miles a year (at which point a diesel made more sense economically than a petrol vehicle), I was put off by the unsophisticated noise and vibration of a diesel engine.

Nevertheless, encouraged by Gordon Brown, I decided in 2005 to take the plunge and bought my first diesel, an Audi A4. I got used to it, eventually, but for the first month I hated it and even considered handing it back.

Thankfully diesel engines are much quieter and far more refined today, and although I don’t do the same kind of annual mileage I used to, I still enjoy filling the tank and getting 600-700 miles out of it, enough to get to me to and from Glasgow or Edinburgh, for example.

Compare that with an electric vehicle whose advertised mileage on a full charge might be 250-300 miles (at best) but in real world conditions would be significantly less.

In fact, from the horror stories I’ve read, I can’t imagine even attempting to drive to Scotland in an electric car. Range anxiety and worries about finding a fast charger that was (a) available, and (b) working would be off the scale, so count me out.

I mention this because, sitting here in BMW’s plush showroom outside Cambridge, many of the vehicles on display, including SUVs, are electric so the direction we are being encouraged to go is pretty clear.

Hybrids, though, are surely more practical, in the short or medium term, and yet the manufacture of hybrids, like petrol and diesel vehicles, is supposed to end by 2035.

I’m sure that technological improvements and a far greater number of charging points will eventually overcome current difficulties, but how long that might take is anyone’s guess.

For the moment, and despite a recent (and unaccountable) 50 per cent hike in my car insurance, I shall stick with my SUV.

If smokers can reach for their fags in defiance, I can stick with my diesel.

PS. While I am waiting, BMW has kindly sent me a video of my car, including the underside (below). Now that’s what I call service!

This week, 20 years ago, Ireland banned smoking in pubs

Hard to believe it’s 20 years since the introduction of the public smoking ban in Ireland.

The ban was the first of its type anywhere in the world - something Irish politicians have never stopped boasting about - and it led directly to the ban in Scotland in 2006, followed by England, Wales and Northern Ireland in 2007.

When the idea was first suggested, in 2001, I think, I proposed that Forest launch a group in Ireland to fight it but we couldn’t get funding to make it happen.

In my view there was a great deal of complacency that the legislation wouldn’t happen or, if it did, the famously rebellious Irish would ignore it, in pubs at least.

As a result there was very little opposition. A couple of groups emerged in Waterford but Smokers Against Discrimination (SAD) and European Smokers Against Discrimination (ESAD) had a whiff of the Judean People’s Front and the People’s Front of Judea about them.

Also, few people over here seemed to recognise that if Ireland introduced a public smoking ban, the UK - with its very similar pub tradition - would be ideally placed, geographically and culturally, to be next.

We nevertheless did what we could. We met representatives of SAD (or was it ESAD?) in Waterford. We lobbied the Irish government and Forest spokesmen were interviewed on Irish radio and, occasionally, TV, but at that time we didn't have a dedicated spokesman in Ireland so it was difficult.

We also tried, without much success, to engage with the Licensed Vintners Association (LVA) who represent publicans in Dublin, and the Vintners' Federation of Ireland who represent the trade throughout the rest of Ireland.

Historically the trade had always been well represented in the Dáil where a number of TDs were former publicans.

Unfortunately, as we were to discover during a raucous debate at University College Dublin in 2003, there was surprisingly strong opposition to the vintners who were perceived to be running something of a cartel and the smoking ban was an opportunity to give the trade a long overdue kicking.

Another factor that came into play that was also outside our control concerned the obvious tension in Irish society between those who wanted to create a modern Ireland (with smoke free pubs an emblem of that process) and those more wedded to the past.

The irony that Forest, a UK-based smokers’ rights group, was one of the main voices opposed to the ban wasn’t lost on me, and as for the traditional portrayal of Ireland as a nation of rebels, the smoking ban showed that to be a complete illusion.

Anyway, the ban finally came into effect on March 29, 2024, and this is how I described the days leading up its enforcement.

Wednesday March 24, 2004

To Ireland, courtesy of Sky News who want me to appear on Richard Littlejohn’s show (live from Dublin) to take part in a debate about the Irish smoking ban.

I decided to travel a couple of days early in order to experience the traditional smoker-friendly Irish bar for possibly the last time. Personally I have my doubts that the ban can be enforced and I intend to come back in six months to find out how ‘successful' it has been.

In the meantime my arrival is delayed because I managed to miss the plane!! I blame the BBC with whom I got into an argument after they published the results of an 'interactive' poll that suggested that 73 per cent of people want a ban on smoking in public.

According to the small print in the BBC's own press release it was a 'consultation' not a scientific poll. Needless to say this didn't come across in the way it was reported nor did it deter them from promoting it as a 'top story' on both BBC Online and Ceefax. Top story, my arse. This was a publicly gimmick, pure and simple, for a BBC programme about the NHS to be broadcast tonight.

Curiously the producers contacted Forest last week to see if we could suggest someone to take part in the studio debate. I offered to do it myself, even though it would have meant delaying my departure to Dublin by a day, only to be told that “We want an ordinary member of the general public.”

Oh well, I'm in Dublin now. Tonight I shall watch the Arsenal-Chelsea [Champions League] match in the comfort of an Irish pub and tomorrow I’m visiting a pub once frequented by Sir Walter Raleigh, the man who 400 odd years ago provoked the entire smoking debate. Well done, Walter, see the trouble you’ve caused!

Thursday March 25, 2004

To Johnnie Fox's, the highest and possibly the most famous pub in County Dublin. Founded in 1798, this traditional if slightly kitsch pub has played host to presidents, ambassadors, royalty, sports stars, tourists, "chatty locals" and even Salman Rushdie.

A stone-flagged floor ("daily strewn with sawdust"), ancient bric-a-brac, old dressers, open fireplace and crackling logs are just some of the attractions of this wonderful place. Investigate further and you'll find a penny farthing on one wall and, outside, a feeding pot said to have been used by up to 800 people daily during the potato famine.

Smoker-friendly? A simple glance at walls adorned with advertisements for long gone brands and slogans will tell you all you need to know: Craven 'A' ('smooth to the lips'), Gold Flake ('chosen by Aer Lingus'), Will's Flag, Capstan Navy Cut, 'Wild Woodbine', 'Player's Please' and, my favourite, 'Smoke Clarke's Perfect Plug'.

Next week, thanks to Ireland's ambitious, uncompromising health minister Michael Martin, smoking will be banned in Johnnie Fox's. With its reputation for great food, numerous beers and a good selection of wines and spirits, I can't imagine that business will be much affected. But it will be different, and in my view the poorer for it.

The good news is that Johnny Fox's is not abandoning smokers altogether. While other bars are busy erecting canopies and awnings with outside heaters so people can still smoke in relative comfort, JF has acquired an original 1952 double-decker bus, refurbished it, and renamed it the Happy Smoking Bus.

On Monday it will tour the streets of Dublin before returning to its final resting place outside the pub where it will provide a peaceful sanctuary for the pub’s many smokers. Effervescent business manager Fred Rainert tells me customers can smoke on the bus as long as it's not staffed. And the number plate? FU 2.

Friday March 26, 2004

To Dublin, via Kilcoole, to appear on Littlejohn (Sky News). Why Kilcoole? It's a long story. Suffice to say I was distracted by a radio producer who rang to ask if I would appear on Five Live on Sunday evening. I was on the platform at Greystones, a small town south of Dublin, and we were still talking when a train – the wrong train, as it turns out – pulled in to the station and I climbed aboard.

Ten minutes after the train set off a kindly ticket inspector confirmed my error but couldn't have been more helpful. "I'll tell you what," he said. "This is a non-stop train to Wicklow but I'll have a word with the driver and we'll stop at Kilcoole and you can get the bus back."

With hindsight it would have been quicker to stay on the train and travel back to Dublin from Wicklow. "You'll be waiting there at least two hours," a friendly voice called out to me as I stood at the first bus stop I encountered. "Keep walking till you find the main road. A bus should be along in an hour or so."

It was only lunchtime so I still had five hours to get back to Dublin via bus, train and taxi, check in to my hotel, shower and change clothes, but in the end I only just made it, arriving at the Shelbourne Hotel, where Littlejohn was being broadcast, with five minutes to spare.

Saturday March 27, 2004

Dublin is awash with kilted Scotsmen. According to the papers, 10,000 are in town for this afternoon's Six Nations rugby match against Ireland. What a pity the smoking ban wasn't implemented a few weeks earlier. The chances of it being enforced on big match day would have been nil. I look forward to 2005 when thousands of Galloise-smoking French supporters descend en masse on Dublin's bars and restaurants.

To read the papers and reflect on last night’s programme, I find a small coffee shop liberally sprinkled with soon to be redundant ashtrays. (The smoking ban is to be enforced from 6.00am tomorrow.) Littlejohn was a hoot. Broadcast live from the Shelbourne, one of Dublin's most historic hotels, the hour-long show featured over a dozen commentators providing a wide range of opinion about the smoking ban. Presenter (and Sun columnist) Richard Littlejohn made no secret of his views (a non-smoker, he's an outspoken opponent of blanket bans), but the programme as a whole was well balanced.

Split into groups of three, guests were seated on stools beside small round tables trembling under the weight of alcohol. To the disappointment of production staff, very few people were actually smoking. My contribution was limited to a brief verbal spat with Professor Luke Clancy, the genial spokesman for ASH Ireland, after which I retired to the bar for another pint of Guinness.

After the programme Tadg O'Sullivan, chief executive of the Vintners Federation of Ireland, told me he thought 'our' side had won. I thought we escaped with a draw, thanks to Littlejohn himself and an extraordinary performance by an anti-smoking columnist with the Irish Sunday Mirror that was so melodramatic I thought she must be auditioning for the part of pantomime dame. Someone whispered in my ear that this was no act - apparently she's like this all the time. “God help her husband,” said another voice.

The antis scored a further own goal when a good looking young restaurateur said he supported a general ban because if he prohibited smoking and others didn't he would lose customers. Doh! Of course similar views have been expressed by some restaurateurs in Britain. The free market, they seem to be saying, is a wonderful thing unless it adversely affects their business, at which point they demand regulations to create a 'level playing field'.

Sunday March 28, 2004

Returning to the UK from Ireland I can't help noticing that Dublin Airport now has severe warnings by every entrance: 'NO SMOKING ANYWHERE IN THIS BUILDING: The Tobacco Smoking (Prohibition) Regulation 2003'. It's all rather intimidating, as if smoking poses as great a threat as terrorism or weapons of mass destruction.

Far more civilised and welcoming are the designated smoking areas at Stansted and all major UK airports. If you're a nervous flyer who desperately needs a fag before or after a flight, airport smoking areas provide an oasis in the desert. Anyone who can't see that is not just being politically correct, they're being mean-spirited and vindictive, words that accurately describe today's obsessive anti-smokers.

Postscript: A few months later I returned to Ireland for what can best be described as a working holiday.

The aim was to investigate the impact of the ban on pubs in Ireland so I took my family on a driving tour that took us to Westport, in Co Mayo, Galway, Kilkenny, Waterford, and Dublin.

I discovered that in smaller towns with an ageing population (Waterford being the best example), pubs that were previously open at lunchtime were now opening later, at 5.00pm.

That was because their lunchtime trade was almost exclusively older men, usually retired, who would previously pop in for a drink and a smoke.

Some might stay all afternoon, propping up the bar with a pint in one hand and a pipe in the other. Prohibited from lighting up inside, they were staying at home.

Elsewhere I discovered the most ingenious methods to get around the ban. In Kilkenny, for example, I found a pub with a designated ‘smoking room’ that had been built as an extension on an upper floor.

It had its own bar, comfortable seating, and was almost completely enclosed apart from two narrow gaps in the roof.

Likewise in Dublin I visited a bar with a smoking room that was less comfortable than the one in Kilkenny but was equally sheltered from the elements. Instead, high above our heads at the top of what looked like an industrial chimney was a hole, and through the hole you could see daylight.

The ‘room’ was separated from the main bar by a glass door and walls so you didn’t feel too disconnected from the rest of the pub.

Subsequent visits - to Cork, for example - introduced me to similar feats of ingenuity that clearly stretched the regulations to infinity and beyond but were wisely overlooked by the authorities.

In the UK that has rarely been the case. Here, local authorities seemed determined to act to the letter of the law when common sense might have led to better outcomes for everyone.

Anyway, if I have to listen to one more person saying, “No-one wants to go back to smoking in pubs”, I shall scream and point out that, as a non-smoker, I would positively welcome it, and I know that most of you would too.

Indeed, as late as 2017 (the last time we polled the public on the subject), a clear majority supported designated smoking rooms in pubs and clubs.

I’m not saying all pubs should allow smoking indoors. That wouldn’t happen, anyway, even if the government amended the law. Society has moved on, but the decision should rest with the proprietor, not the government.

What I didn’t envisage, when we were fighting the smoking ban 20 years ago, is that within a generation the sale of tobacco to adults would also be under threat.

But that’s what happens when you give an inch, and what’s happening in the UK today has its roots in the introduction of the smoking ban in Ireland on March 29, 2004.

Trouble in paradise?

According to The Times today:

A public health official responsible for tobacco and vaping policy dined with the e-cigarette company Juul and gave advice on launching its vapes in the UK, new documents reveal.

The information appears to have come via internal Juul documents and the official in question is our old friend Martin Dockrell who was Deborah Arnott's sidekick at ASH before he joined Public Health England (now the Office of Health Improvement and Disparities).

Funnily enough, Arnott is mentioned as well because, according to emails, she was present too when the head of PHE's tobacco control programme met representatives of Juul while attending a 'nicotine conference' (the Global Forum on Nicotine) in Warsaw in 2017.

Full story: Civil servant in charge of vaping policy advised e-cigarette giant

I was going to write about the report at greater length but Chris Snowdon got there first and because I can't improve on it I'll leave it here – Hired guns and hatchet jobs.

I'll simply add this. Chris takes the view, which I share, that neither Dockrell nor Arnott did anything wrong:

Civil servants are allowed to speak to people from industry. They should be encouraged to speak to people from industry and then they might draft better legislation. There are rules about meeting the tobacco industry but Juul was an independent vape company in 2017. Neither Arnott nor Dockrell are politicians, no money changed hands and there is nothing wrong with chatting to people at a conference.

On X, however, he describes the investigation as a ‘smear campaign’. Perhaps it is but I can’t help finding it funny that after years of trying to discredit tobacco companies and anyone who engages with the industry (even if it's only attending the annual Chelsea Flower Show), tobacco control campaigners are now the ones being targeted for engaging with "industry" – albeit the vaping industry.

According to The Times, Dockrell hasn’t commented but Arnott ‘disputed Juul’s characterisation of the meeting, saying it was a “misleading account of a discussion about the UK regulatory framework for e-cigarettes”.’

Instead she told the paper that ASH ‘occasionally “met with industry both to gather intelligence and to inform the delivery of more effective regulation and tobacco control measures” and denied it was inappropriate.’

As I say, I don't see anything wrong with that. What I find wrong, and hypocritical, is the indignation if a politician or civil servant should dare engage with the tobacco industry.

If it's OK for ASH and or a government official like Martin Dockrell to meet with the vaping industry "to gather intelligence or to inform the delivery of more effective regulation and tobacco control measures", why can't politicians and civil servants meet with the tobacco industry as well?

Finally, something else caught my eye in The Times report – a quote by Sheila Duffy, chief executive of ASH Scotland:

“The evidence of Juul attempting to influence health policymakers in the UK to promote use of their vaping products is alarming and emphasises the importance of civil servants always ensuring that engagements and conversations, even informally, with industry representatives are beyond reproach.”

Given that the 'health policymakers' she's referring to are Dockrell (formerly with ASH) and Arnott (CEO of ASH), that's quite a statement.

Trouble in paradise? Or friendly fire?

PS. I should add that Martin Dockrell once ‘liked’ a tweet that described me as a ‘smug apologist for deadly cigarettes'.

I could understand if he was working for ASH when he did that, but this was in 2019 when he was a civil servant.

Also, the words he liked were those of a former Juul executive. Fancy that!!

Anyway, if you want to know more about the great man, read on:

Job for the boy at Public Health England (May 2014)
Shout out for Martin Dockrell (February 2022)

Dockrell also instigated and then quietly ignored the results of an ongoing living evidence review on smoking and Covid.

We may never know why, but I wrote about it here (August 2021).

Wishing the Princess of Wales a full and speedy recovery

Shocking news about the Princess of Wales.

Thirteen years ago my wife and I were passing through St Andrews during one of our regular trips to Scotland.

By coincidence Prince William and Kate Middleton were there too, and driving past my old school playing fields on the edge of town we were held up by a police road block and signs that read 'Royal Visit'.

We had been sitting in a stationary queue of cars for perhaps ten minutes when a small cavalcade of vehicles, led by a police motorcyclist and a black Range Rover, passed in the opposite direction.

And yes, in the Range Rover sat Kate and William, smiling broadly, directly at us, as we waved back at them.

A few hours later, following a leisurely lunch, we were strolling along Market Street in the centre of town when I was stopped by a film crew. Would I mind answering some questions about the monarchy and the young couple in particular?

The next minute I was telling the world how important the monarchy was to Britain and launching a staunch defence of both the institution and William and Kate. (This was a few months before they got married.)

Kate in particular could not have envisaged the life she now has when she was a student in St Andrews, and while it may come with a lot of privilege I’m not sure many people could have handled the transformation from ‘commoner’ to royalty as well as she has.

The relentless grind of royal engagements while bringing up a young family has its own challenges, but the hardest must be living in a perpetual goldfish bowl, with the world gawping and commenting on your every move and outfit.

Hopefully the conspiracy theorists will now desist and she will be given the privacy she is entitled to without the vile and very personal comments that have been commonplace on social media, in particular, in recent months.

On a more positive note, she will no doubt have the best treatment and after care available in this country. I wish her a full and speedy recovery.