The pity of it all is that no one can see that our society is collapsing around us and that cash and plastic are due to be sacrificed on the bonfire of the vanities (no not the book, silly); that the future lies in barter is in no doubt and he/she who neglects their pickles, their chutneys, their salted runner beans and - above all - their jam pan is in for a sticky future. Fine, don't believe me. But when the stock exchange starts looking like the Multicoloured Swapshop don't say you weren't warned.