Dearest Reader, I owe you my apol­ogies, for I am about to steal a small piece of your naivety. While you anx­iously wait for spring, glorying in vi­sions of lollipops, sunshine and flying bits...

God help us, it’s that time of year again – a horrifying, smarmy reminder of the state of way the world sees things. The signs are everywhere. Pink fills the air at times not called sunset and...