Start ups are in the midst of all of us – they might be operating the sound desk behind the big voiced American, collecting train tickets amongst the noisy suits and stilettos or selling burgers and chips to the dossed out and dazed.
But out there, amongst us, they are. Plotting and dreaming, wishing and scheming, ageing older and younger. They’ll be turning into those on the front of the stage, getting off the train and calling the vodka shots before they or us know it. They’ll be paying taxes, employeeing future wannabees and creating the fabric which holds the rest of society together any time tomorrow and we would be well advised to doff our caps, wish them well and hope that their dreams don’t become our nightmares.