Lise Hand: Barons of tobacco beware, here comes Braveheart Bottler
IT was a really yucky photo. It looked like a picture of the sort of dismembered, sore-bedecked, frightful foot that's dragged out of a bush by an eager dog in a zombie movie.
But James Reilly was delighted with it, posing happily beside the wretched thing, along with an equally pleased Jerry Buttimer.
It was a blown-up picture of an Australian box of ciggies which is designed to leave its owners in no doubt as to the gruesome fate which awaited them if they persist in smoking the oul' coffin nails.