BY QUENTIN PIGG In Buxton, all the litter bins are engraved with this not very polite message: ‘STUB IT. BIN IT.’ There are not, I notice, signs warning pub goers about the nuisance they might cause. There are no public messages menacing fast-food addicts about what they might do with their litter. No, it’s only smokers who the British regard with this kind of resentful suspicion. … Continue reading No Smoke Without Ire