The poor old Tetley Bittermen were the first to feel the full force of vindictive Nannying authority when widespread coverage of competitive darts on TV revealed that far from being cheeky chappies with a heart of gold and a healthy lifestyle, the working men of this nation waddle when they should be walking, wake up each morning with a hangover from Hell and are struggling to do up their trousers in anything less than a size 48 waist.
Not long after that the Guardians locked their gunsights on Marlboro Man, and diminished him in the eyes of his once adoring audience from "steely eyed conqueror of horses and tanned, superfit rider of the ranges", to "phlegm plagued wimp with nicotine stained fingers, a persistent cough and filthy stumps for teeth".
Now the man who blows harmless (ish) smoke out of his car window is being portrayed as the Mr Magoo of the roads, unable to see beyond his own private pall of stinking smoke and an accident waiting to end in a tangle of twisted metal and ruined vaping equipment.
Who is next, I wonder?
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