Clap your eyes on those curves, chaps.
For those of us chaps in the know, to be seen puffing from “The Silver Cap” has long been seen as a declaration of “dandyhood” that isn’t easy to shift. Even worse, those chaps of a coarser bent have (in times past) been known to accuse tooters of “The Silver Cap” of being clandestine Yorkshiremen, of all things!
Not anymore! After the Right Honourable Seb Chelmsley debuted his daring new lip wear at last weeks Regatta, all of gentlemenhood has been ablaze with talk of his dashing (and some might say alarming) use of the Silver Cap. “Where can I purchase it?” they ask! Question no more chaps, it can be found here.
Welcome the Silver Cap in with some Old Dublin to toot, some Câmara de Provadores for the chase and a box set of Bergerac to end the night in Jersey.
Bliss!
The Gentlemen's Room 
That is certainly a beautiful instrument of dashing manliness. Got me thinking though, what about a silver cap that runs the same as the newly engineered bio-bug car: http://tinyurl.com/26aawyd ….where you chaps could smoke your own stinkies and thus stay healthily around on the planet longer to continue to fill us ladies full of thrills?
Smoking faeces?! My god woman, you’ve gone off your chuck!
Unless… ah, I see. Apologies darling, I didn’t see the joke there. You’ve made a startlingly apt (if not a little crude) commentary on smoking Shag tobacco. I agree, June old girl! Smoking ones own faeces would be preferable to that lower class muck!
I think you’re catching on, old dear!
Bloody good bloggings, sir. I shall add the silver cap to my “must buy” list.