Ash No More

I've never smoked but I've nothing against smokers, weak-willed, self-harming folk that they are. We are all entitled to live our lives as we wish, as long as that wish does not impinge on the lives of others. Of course, there's the rub, because one man's smoke is another man's poison.

The desire to banish smoker's from any publicly accessible, indoor space has had an undesirable knock-on as far as I'm concerned, particularly in pubs. Where once they were spread throughout the premises, producing an overall but manageable fug, now they're all concentrated outside. It's often impossible to see one's companions in a beer garden thanks to the desperate, lung-shattering exhalations of the addicted surrounding you.

Anyway this lovely clean, sparkling ashtray beckoned. So I photographed it, as you must.