There is quite a tale to be told about our smoking area at the James Griffin Pub.
Back in the day when smoking was seen to be attractive in a Marlboro Cowboy kind of way, Michael Lenihan, the man who kept the James Griffin ship sailing for many years, used to enjoy a cigarette. The catch however was that his love, Lil, was none the wiser that Michael would sneak a smoke in when she was out of sight. Lil did not like the idea of Michael smoking at all and she was not looking for a cowboy. Lil often questioned him due to the smell but of course Michael could pass it off and say that the tobacco laced fragrance he wore was that of the guests in the James Griffin.
However, the day arrived when Michael was finally told that he was no cowboy. Lil had just popped out and Michael made his way to a quiet corner in the yard where he would spark up and have a sneaky smoke. Unbeknown to Michael, Lil was on her way back having forgotten something.
There is little worse than the site of a wife who you have just let down, annoyed and tried to dupe! Michael was hit with a tornado delivered by Lil. Having received a few clips around the ear and a good kick up the arse he was told that if a cigarette were to hang from his mouth ever again, what would happen would make the Battle at the Alamo look like a kids birthday party! The warning was delivered…..and heeded too.
Michael was 34 years of age and on his walk home that day his final packet of cigarettes set sail down the River Boyne which passes through Trim and he has never smoked since.
Where we have our smoking area today is the same spot in the yard that Michael used to have his ‘secret’ cigarettes all those years back.