I worked with a marvellous man, back in the early 80's, appropriately named Ogden. He was a walking tobacconist, a smoker of cigarettes, cigars and a pipe. If interrupted he would put the burning pipe in his jacket pocket. It was quite common, when the interruption ended, for him to light up a cigarette or cigar and forget about the pipe. Occasionally there would be the sell of burning tweed.
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