I’ve watched the 1979 Peter Sellers film, Being There this week for the first time.  It’s an intriguing film – a man with learning difficulties is accidentally thrust into the world of the Washington elite.  The elite are so insulated in their bubble that they do not recognise ‘Chancey’ for who he is, they assume he is the same as them, and take his child-like phrases about gardening to be wise metaphors.