Whilst we long for it and seek to embody its principles in our dealings and institutions, there is little justice in this world. I’ve known this for a long time. I trace it back to the moment I realised that the Easter Bunny was not real but was really my Mum being nice to us by buying us even more treats than usual. On his most memorable visit EB left us a stash of goodies in gender specific colour coded string bags (Eco Bunny?). I recall that in mine there was a comic; Whizzer & Chips I think it was, various sweeties including a cardboard ‘walking cane’ with a curved plastic handle lid enclosing something like fruit pastilles. There was also one of those spinny around cardboard things that you wind up and then stretch between your hands so that it whizzes at high speed like a ‘My First Circular Saw’ – [imagine the risk assessment on that one]. All this by way of recent reflections on the progress of a few individuals I’ve been observing off and on from a distance for some considerable time. Scumbags, slackers, nastypiecesofwork etc etc. And Yet – they appear to prosper. They are liked, neigh loved. They do dirties to poor misfortunes on a regular basis. They are driven by impulses baser than first base on a basic baseline basis and yet they boom, thrive and generally annoyingly advance to Mayfair without passing Go. I, meanwhile, contemplate the future as a Hardworking Honest, Straightdealing Man of My Word inwardly thinking “it’ll never pay”. Should I metamorphose monsterward?
P.S Stevie 02 was even better than Stevie 1. We need more Stevie.