There are some mighty big benefits in being able to work from home. I never have to ask myself if it’s OK to pop off to make a coffee for a start. The dress code is as relaxed as the chair I can slump in to pet the puppy (that’s not a euphemism) and ‘Beer Friday’ can run all week long. Yep, life is good: no one complains about the vape clouds and the music runs to an incredibly loud volume. So I’m insulated.
Monthly Archives: February 2020
It was bitingly cold, every sensible person in the street was by a fire eating crumpets and watching Doctor Who. They could do that because fires hadn’t suffered a de facto ban, proper dense fog ruled the weather and people hadn’t yet realised how bad a choice Sylvester McCoy was. I wasn’t, I was holding a torch while my mate John fixed a spoiler to the boot of his Scirocco. I was losing one of my five senses and the will to live.
When I was a young lad I was besotted with my boxes of plastic soldiers. If it wasn’t raining you’d find me out under a bush recreating a conflict in which the good side always won. If it was raining, bed blankets became makeshift hills from which my Tommy battalion would decimate a panzer division. Time rolled on and my idea of what was fun changed, much like how I’ve fallen out of love with the RTA.
I’m no expert on most things, but if there is one thing I know for absolute certain then it’s this: when James Blunt sang: “You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful, it’s true,” he wasn’t referring to Tactical Workz’ Maraxus mechanical mod. I know how ugly that thing is because I owned three of them.
“You don’t need another [insert vape gadget here],” she’s said. It’s a place that almost every single vaper has been. Fine, her understanding of vape gear is as good as her working knowledge of carburettor jetting – but she can count and the number currently runs just shy of ridiculous.
“Is it meant to be like this?” It’s the only question that would go through my mind when I took up vaping. If juice wasn’t coming out of the CE2 mouthpiece then it was flooding out of the bottom thanks mainly to an errant ill-fitting head.
We have been busy over the last couple of months. Stealthvape knows that businesses can’t afford to rest on their laurels and we are keen to offer our service in as many formats as possible to make the shopping experience superior for all of our wonderful customers. The latest addition to Stealthvape stable is our Rebuildable Supplies “Powered by Stealthvape” website.
The alarm clock is an invention of the Devil. I have no need for one but unfortunately the person I live with likes to set it for 5am. It is set for 5am every day, including weekends. The only bonus I manage to get out of this is that I never miss the postman on vapemail days. The downside is that it stretches the wait to something so painful it ought to feature in Orwell’s Room 101.
First and foremost, we have been vapers for over five years. We have seen many things come and go during this time, mostly led by fashion. And this is a good thing. Juices, equipment and accessories have constantly got better – vaping is awesome at the moment. But Stealthvape isn’t located in a cave; we know that Article 20 of the Tobacco Products Directive looms large. With this in mind, we fully support the demonstrations taking place in London, Swansea and across Europe on May 29th.
I spent months with two eGo batteries and a handful of Evods. To us that sentence holds meaning, to non-vapers it simply sounds like some kind of bizarre sexual relationship. The objective of vaping at the outset was to indulge in nicotine at an acceptable balance between satisfaction and cost – the cost part being determined by and large by my wife’s ability to calculate what I spent.
