Waiting For The Man

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.

Freedom To Vape

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.

A Quantum Leap

Breathlessly, Gary burst in through the shop door. Profusely sweating, “Hide it!” managed to form itself from his mouth amidst the sharp intakes of breath. An aged hand swept a battered atomiser and juices into a pocket as Gary stumbled into a table causing the cups and water to lugubriously arch towards the empty antique cake stand. Such was life in the underground vaping scene in 2022.

Innate hoarding

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.