We are all guilty of holding ill-informed opinions, at least I hope I am not the only one. This is particularly true when it comes to crimes reported in the media, if for no other reason than we cannot possibly know all the facts. I doubt there is a high profile case on which we haven’t all made up our minds long before the jury have delivered their verdict. The tendency is even stronger when other factors aside from the innocence or guilt of the accused are also involved.
I spent this weekend on a yoga retreat. It wasn’t terribly successful as on Sunday morning I fell down the stairs and sprained my ankle, rendering any further participation in sun salutations or downward facing dogs nigh on impossible. As you might imagine, the place was full of healing hands and there was plenty of positive energy all directed at my ankle.
There are quite a lot of things I admire about the French. They make great cheese and damn fine wine, which they drink sensibly and often. They have ensured their beautiful capital city is not overshadowed by horrid skyscrapers and they are, on the whole, pretty stylish. I also like their devil-may-care attitude to anything they don’t approve of and I even have a grudging respect for their trade unions as they fly in the face of laissez-faire economics.