Polly Toynbee, that is:
There is an instinctive bond between Guardian readers – we almost nod to one another as we read the paper on a train.
Yes, I bet you do, Polly. I bet you do.
In the comments we’re also discussing this, spotted by Robert. Apparently, artists and writers are being “ignored to death”:
The artist in America is being starved, systemically and without shame. In this land of untold bounty… the American creative class has been forced to brook a historic economic burden while also being sunk into sunless irrelevancy.
You see, it’s simply ghastly that craftsmen and labourers can have nicer cars than “the makers and chroniclers of our culture.”