As a kid, I was possessed by the same lower middle-class disdain for local private school pupils as the rest of my friends, and despite a poorly informed socialist phase, where I would’ve come undone at the lowest level of interrogation as to what my beef was, over time, eventually you’ve got to get that chip off your shoulder. Jumpstarts in life, crucial connections…I’ve seen many squander their good fortune at potential business level. A toy is a toy, regardless of class stature. Like most of these posts, this topic’s born of three subjects currently rattling in my cranium, all characters I hold in the highest esteem for just pushing their chosen field to its limits. The cash behind them and depressingly early passings are largely incidental, but it helps in the pursuit of mythmaking.