There could be few people left on the face of this planet who have not heard of Harry Potter. You know, the one that has had kids camping outside bookshops all night. The one that has made sardine-flavoured jelly beans fashionable.
Maybe, if you’d been in a contemplation retreat for the past four years, you might have missed the commotion. Or lost in the Amazon jungle without a radio. Otherwise I can confidently say you know all about the Harry Potter Phenomenon. Forty million copies sold in 33 different languages, and counting. Hollywood hullabaloos over who gets to play the earnest young wizard with the lightning bolt on his forehead (last rumour has Errol Flynn’s grandson, Sean Flynn Amir, pegged to grab it). Single mum Joanne Rowling threatening to knock the Queen off her long-held perch as the richest woman in Britain. Harry Potter dolls, mugs, toothbrushes, socks and jellybeans all in production.