Just For Lookin' Thru

Ah, the bucolic life. I walked through the woodland today to find feathers strewn along the path and a pigeon wing, bent, with red shredded flesh still attached. Red in tooth and claw, this sight of nature in the raw turns my stomach so I pick it up between two sticks and fling it into the undergrowth. I hope that its attacker was merciful, that the killer blow was decisive, and that it made good eating. Keira Knightley’s savaging by critics, public and press is less kind. In this country Tall Poppy Syndrome is endemic. There is puzzling resentment and jealousy of success unless we look at how that success is earned. Worker bees on low incomes feel used, underpaid and underappreciated. It’s no surprise that such people are angered when they see huge salaries and bonuses being paid without clear justification. KK has said, ‘I can learn, I can do this, or at least give me the right director and I’ll give it my best shot. I am trying to become a good actress, really I am.’ This is a nice