There is nothing new under the sun. I have spent the past hour or two reveling in the literary genius of Oscar Wilde. I am reading a book of Wilde's short stories given to me for my birthday by my dear friend Romony. The preface of the book tells me the stories were written between 1887 and 1891, yet they are so skilfully written, and more importantly, are full of such a fresh humour that seems so... modern. I think our society (or my perception of it anyway) flatters itself on thinki...