So now the Health Police want to ban smoking in cars. Yes that's it, even if it's your own car and there's no one else in there. Apparently toxins build up to an unacceptable level in cars, even if the window's open. Maybe they should start arresting people for having too much sugar in their tea or having more than their allocated 6g of salt a day as well. Better still you could stick them on TV and force feed them their five portions of fruit and veg a day until they've really seen the error of their ways. When are they going to learn you can't legislate against every single unhealthy thing that people do. Are they really trying to create some kind of super race that will live to 150? Is that their dream of the future? I'm not advocating we all become fat, drunken, drug addicted couch potatoes, however there has to be some middle ground of common sense here. Granted, smoking 40 a day in a confined space which you share with your children isn't right, but I very much doubt the fragile little darlings will choke to death from a whiff of fag smoke drifting across the playground. (And that's another thing: I can't stand the way people use kids to make themselves look smug and superior). Drinking a bottle of whisky a day is probably not good, but the occasional 'binge' (ie more than a double shot a day) does not constitute an early grave. Becoming addicted to drugs is a nightmare, although the odd sniff of coke or puff of a reefer does not turn you into Amy Winehouse. (Maybe pop stars aren't as robust as they used to be; Keith Richards and Slash seem to be doing fine.) It seems we're so driven by negativity these days. Apparently everything and everyone is going to kill us, or at least rip off our shiny TVs. It's a wonder anyone can sleep at nights. Maybe if we just relaxed a bit, enjoyed life, listened more to the voice of reason than the voice of hysteria. Maybe, just maybe it might be worth living to 150.