I've got this mental image of a Smokeasy in a police raid. In the Speakeasies, during Prohibition in the US, they used to drink gin out of teacups. I see the Smokeasy clients drawing on fags, artfully concealed inside Mars bars, with huge smoke extractors whirring away in the ceilings. Think of a panatella tucked away inside a sausage roll or baguettes full of Havana cigars. Ooh, the possibilities are endless.
