Today, the eighth of August, is meant to be one of the most portentous dates of this century. Number eight is the luckiest number, according to the Chinese, and three eights in a row is therefore very lucky indeed. It is no coincidence that the Olympic Games commence today. Good fortune is on our side and the air, supposedly, is zinging with expectation.
Interesting. Do people become lucky because they are told they are? Does luck really visit itself upon us at specific times, or do we simply become more open to opportunity because we feel lucky? Is there a lesson to be learned here?
About Me
- Daniela Soave
- I'm a journalist who started off in the music press during the Punk era, graduating to broadsheet newspapers to write about all sorts of subjects from the sublime to the ridiculous. So, one night I might have had dinner with Andy Warhol (and got sent home for being rude to a New York Doll), the next invited to the House of Commons for a soiree with a former Prime Minister. Mad. I have grown up without growing old. I did some sort of CBT test a while ago and was classified as 'borderline normal', which I thought was hilarious. The ironic thing is that I feel I am on the borders of a world that is increasingly insane. You'd think I would have plenty opportunity to write about these things, but more and more I find journalism to be celebrity and product obsessed, shying away from the big questions. So I thought it might be satisfying to write about my observations and opinions here. I split my time between media frenzy in London and tranquility on a country farm. Somehow, in between the journalism and the travelling, village life and writing my novel (oh yes, I'm one of those) I'm going to try to find time to share my thoughts. I hope you'll share yours with me too.
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