Ten years ago I found myself checking out of a hotel at the same time as an American billionaire, his wife and a well-known comedienne. We were there on a cut-price deal; they weren’t.
In the years since, it’s become hard to tell who’s the real joker, except that recently the billionaire doesn’t sound so funny any more. He’s still rich, but he’s become a hatred-filled, dangerous, self-aggrandising bully. I should have seen it coming.
It occurred to me then that it was my chance to make the world a better place for the future. I chickened out.
Sorry, world.
In the years since, it’s become hard to tell who’s the real joker, except that recently the billionaire doesn’t sound so funny any more. He’s still rich, but he’s become a hatred-filled, dangerous, self-aggrandising bully. I should have seen it coming.
It occurred to me then that it was my chance to make the world a better place for the future. I chickened out.
Sorry, world.
