Times Online – I have no idea what a hedge fund is, but after a day trip to Mustique last week I think I need to plant one.
At first I couldn’t quite work out whether this privately owned island in the Caribbean is heaven on earth or a small piece of hell. Certainly it’s the first country I’ve ever been to which is completed mowed, from end to end, in nice neat strips. Honestly, I’ve been to dirtier, messier nuclear laboratories.
It seems sanitised somehow, but then I thought, what’s wrong with that? A lot of very rich people have come here and built a world where there is no crime, no disease and no unpleasantworking-class people on the beaches. Not unless they’re in an apron and they’re toiling over a barbecue, roasting yams.
After a day drinking wine, and swimming in the preposterously turquoise sea, going back to Barbados felt like going back to Birmingham. As our little plane took off from the freshly mowed airfield, I looked back and thought: “No. Mustique is more than all right. It’s living, breathing proof that the resurrection’s a load of nonsense.â€Â
Because if Jesus really had come back from the dead, he’d still be alive today. And if he were still alive, it’s sensible to assume he’d be living in the best place on earth. So he’d be in Mustique. And he wasn’t.
Of course, some of the 90 or so houses that sit like big wedding cakes on the newly mown hillsides belong to high-profile stars such as Mick Jagger, Tommy Hilfiger and Stewart Copeland  the second of only two policemen on the island. But the vast majority belong, it seems, to hedge fund managers.
