Level Thinking

How level is the English playing field? Somebody seems to have fenced it off recently and sold most of it off for housing. The field appears flat to the casual eye, but some have a leg-up, especially the equine class: knights of old, scattering peasants at will. Locomotion has changed, but not inequity.  It's hardly fair - and there's another absolute. "Fair dos", "Fair play" - accusations ring clear across the sporting plain. "Not fair!" Why should we be so in love with 'fairness' if it clearly doesn't exist?

Perhaps the term's popularity lies in its unreality: the need for wish-fulfilment. Just form a queue and all's well. We can forget the rest. But who thinks life is fair? To be fair, very few. It's only a game; but not when we lose, which is another thing we're meant to be good at.

With life so uneven, it requires a level approach. In an age of greed, being a loser seems the only crime. Which makes us all losers and equals.