I’ve never understood why anybody would smoke in bed. Any romantic notions that people have about it are wrong, OK? It’s just wrong.

After having slept last night in a room where somebody secretly took a puff or two, I understand it even less. OK, it’s not a puff or two. It’s like there’s an old Russian guy sitting in the chair in the corner, smoking away.

Which is why it’s nice to have a balcony. With a view: