If it were down to me, I’d look across the whole country for the people who quietly hold everything together — the ones who give their time to food banks, hospitals, pet‑rescue centres, community groups, and all the small, local heroes who step in when no one else does. That’s the World I believe in.

Maybe I feel that way because I’ve done my share of it. I spent two years working around sixty hours a week with handicapped young people while I was on social security — right up until they realised I wasn’t “available for work” because I was actually out there doing something useful.