LONDON — The sun is out in London. It’s an uncommon sight for us and people walk down Piccadilly pealing off their pea jackets like larvae.
It’s only one of the smaller contradictions that communicators face these days. Nothing seems to be going to plan.
Are we in recession or coming out? Is the current level of unemployment good, or is it bad?
Whenever there is a global hiccup like the one we are living through now, there’s a rush of people saying “X predicted this, and no one listened.” And the journalist, academics and politicians think they have learned something from that — so they go to great pains to predict absolutely everything possible.
Maybe it’s just in Britain. This incredibly indecisive image appears to be our national symbol:
So I am slowly becoming a weary optimist — unwilling to give up on my childlike belief that people are good and the world is improving. But increasingly aware that I am not developing a following.
How then do we reconcile this?
There must be a reason.