EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE THE ARCHANGEL GABRIEL.

Blow, Gabriel, Blow! You might have heard of the Cole Porter song, if not, look it up, it’s a cracker!

But blow, blow, blow!

See me, see me, see me!

Everyone wants a hero and candidates for the ballot are only too please to steal everyone’s attention.

But, as an Englishman, it’s all rather vulgar.

Don’t get me wrong, I desire riches too, wealth, freedom, options and opportunity, absolutely but I want to do it in private. 

We equate fortune with fame for some reason.

Not me, sophistication, decency and pot loads of dosh – that’s my aspiration.