I am sitting in the park. It is one of those March days that gives you faith. One of those days that makes you realise there is still good in the world. Potential. Good world. Bad world. World Cup. World Job. World Flop. Who cares? This park could do with a fountain, one of those good-looking fountains that the world hasn’t seen for too long. A Fellini fountain. An Ff. A bit of sweet gush for a sweet world. A bit of reason to be, for those who care to dare. And then, as the sun goes down and the girl gets cold, we join the others.