Author Archives: Rob Ellard

The National Union of Apathetic Vapers

We at The National Union of Apathetic Vapers would like to extend our gratitude to Stealthvape for allowing us to have this platform to introduce ourselves. Many of you will have experience of standing on platforms, feeling all isolated and wondering if that thing you were expecting will ever arrive. So here it is: The NUAV is arriving far too late, promises you an unimpressive journey and guarantees that our prices will rise faster than inflation. It’s trains; we’re making ourselves seem like trains. Oh sod it.

The 2015 Awards

2015 has been an incredible year for vapers, vape companies and the manufacturers of umbrellas. Ecig articles were everywhere and only the word terrorist has appeared more frequently in newspapers. Probably. Over the last day and a half we were inundated by three requests demanding we compile a list of what we considered to be the best things in vaping this year. Always willing to bend to the whims of our customers (unless it is a request for stainless wire) we are delighted to announce The Stealthvape Awards 2015.

New Healthier Products

It has been clear for some time that research supports the notion of electronic cigarettes as part of a smoking harm reduction strategy. We at Stealthvape are proud and honoured to have been part of this revolution. As ex-smokers, we stand in testament to the power of vaping to get you off and keep you off the harmful cancer-causing smokes. We see it as our destiny to continue this mission and are delighted to bring you the latest, possibly greatest step forward in harm reduction: iBacon™.

Tanks For The Memory

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.

Customising

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.