I remember a mate (who didn't smoke) picking me up a packet of something ghastly from Spain.
Ducados? Maybe
Rough as arseholes and deeply unpleasant.
Kinda fancy one now for old times sake.
(Also quite fancy a cigar, but ain't sitting in the garden for an hour in this weather)
I remember a mate (who didn't smoke) picking me up a packet of something ghastly from Spain.
Ducados? Maybe
Rough as arseholes and deeply unpleasant.
Kinda fancy one now for old times sake.
(Also quite fancy a cigar, but ain't sitting in the garden for an hour in this weather)