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.