Their days are numbered now....

I can't even express how happy I will be 365 days and four weeks from now.

I will be able to go out anywhere, and not come home reeking and stinking of an ashtray.
I will be able to go out to bars and see the majority of my friends 'suffer' through a night with no cancer sticks.
I will be able to wake up the next morning after a good friendly night of boozing and not have gross black snots and swollen sinuses.
I will be able to say with a smile, sure we can go there, even though it's a cafe only big enough for ten; whereas before I and some other random poor un-hip person (probably already suffering from cancer) would be the only ones not pretending to be chimneys.
I will not even have to think about where I want to eat or not eat because of the fidelity or not to a smoking section.
I will enjoy every single drink and evening out.
I will love to see people banished outside.
I will love to see them shivering outside in the winter months but unable to resist the inhilation and drug rush.
I will love having agreable air to breathe, anywhere and everywhere i go.

I still have a year to endure. But in a year's time the light at the end of the tunnel will not have smoke curling up and around in it.

And I love being able to say to smokers, well, soon it'll be over huh?

And really, if Ireland, England and Italy can do it. Surely the French can follow suit.
and they will. January 1st 2008.