Pipes of peace

This week, the Theard Side will be sending up smoke signals in praise of the peep.  Pipe smokers, in both senses a dying breed, were once the furniture of black and white photographs, everyone's favourite uncle, aunts in sensible shoes, Mississippi (and carrot-headed Swedish) youths at mischief.  Now few and far between, we've smoked out one... Continue Reading →

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