Dear world, It’s time we sit down, have a lengthy chat and decide to get on. No, really, it is. Enough of the machismo and the division – enough of the exclusion and the killing – let’s fnd a nice spot by the pool, a few garish-coloured banana lounges, a bucket of Aperol spritz (fne, virgin equivalents for some) and work out how we link hands and embrace one another like we’re back raving at a ’90s Manchester warehouse. See, the world today is clogged with negativity and fear. Fuck, Pauline Hanson’s again found a platform, Jacqui Lambie’s shrill tones are getting airplay (and support) with the far right and obtuse notions of nationalism rising across nearly every western culture. Of course, over this local, redneck fence sit the extremists of other cultures, those fnding leverage on little more than a desire to infict pain and instill fear. As we see it, it’s about everyone making some heart-crossed promises that go beyond the shitty and the superfcial – beyond your BP rep game and quest to only live off green juices garnished by caulifowers. Ditch the selfes, and selfshness, and look further afeld than your little plot in this world. A difference can be made if we all make a genuine play at engaging those around us – regardless of race, religion, sexuality, circumstance or footy-team fandom. We need to return to the simple equation that we are all the same – and make 2016 the year in which we engage beyond stubborn social sets or friendship groups based on money, materialism or things even more meaningless. Division and hate is fueled by ignorance and ideas of superiority. Fact. So reach out to those around, knowing you’re not, and never will be, better than the next man or woman. Oh, and pass the Aperol, thanks.