I confess to having a wry chuckle yesterday.
For those of you not familiar with the goings on in the UK, there was a wee incident where the M6 motorway was closed down for more than four hours, while truckloads of armed police, God knows how many fire brigades and ambulances and half the army tended to a bloke who was having a quiet puff on an electronic cigarette.
A slight overreaction?
You see, for years the British gubmint has been telling terrifying bedtime stores about the Evil Terrorist under the bed, to the point where the Great British Sheeple are convinced that anyone with a beard or a suntan is about to blow them all to Kingdom Come.
Add to that the fact that the Anti-Smoker lobby have successfully demonised smokers to the point where a bloke who realises that what he is doing is perfectly legal, but is still terrified that the Sheeple will think he is smoking, and you have the Perfect Storm.
I can’t help but wonder how the same scenario would have played out in this country.
“Oy! Put that cigarette out!”
“Fuck off – it’s an electronic one.”