Faint echo of popping corks is all that’s left
And taking the Ponzi metaphor to its conclusion – where are our Bernie Madoffs to do the walk of shame in manacles and jump suits? Who’s going to allay our lust for vengeance?
No one. The grey men are just that, they fade into the background and we’re left to pick up the pieces of an imaginary world, a world where there was full and plenty and gold cards for everyone.



