The World Is Not Your Ashtray

TEMPORARILY Two-armed Australians (TTAs). You will undoubtedly have seen at least a couple if you drove to work this morning. Smokers, right arm extended languidly into space (rather in the fashion of the representation of Adam on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel), casually flicking ash into that part of creation not encompassed by their motor vehicle, oblivious to the disapproval of other road users, the climax of the performance usually being the ejection of the cigarette butt onto the roadway.