Postage stamps are always celebrating achievements. I don't wish to know about an athlete who lifted a very heavy thing, or another athlete who threw a thing a very long way. Do other people's achievements make you bitter? Does another man's success make me bitter? You can-not-possibly imagine the depth of . . .
Anyway, suffice to say that a small part of me dies inside whenever I am faced with another's talent. Please. When will someone in power decide to print postage stamps bearing the image of a kid wrestling with a hard sum; or a hurdler falling flat on his face? A simple little stamp of a middle-aged man struggling to remember where he's parked his Morris Oxford would do.
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