It’s promisingly vague so we’re defining it as a customisable wonderland. If footie is your thing then you can don your favourite strip with your preferred number and score half a dozen goals against Man U.
Lecturing the UN General Assembly, spotting the best trains ever in a couple of hours, catching a humungous Marlin or being seduced by gorgeous women – you takes your pick.
As a minister, I cannot, of course, be seen to be involved, but unseen, through subsidiaries of a company in my blind trust, I have 50% of Wunda as we’ve christened our Metabollox venture.
My God how the money rolls in. I meet loads of fund managers, VCs and the like in my daily round, and I ask them, casually, if they’re involved in the Metaverse,
These chaps don’t like to look as if they’re lagging the trend so they say they are, and then ask me if I know of any opportunities.
“There’s a hot thing people are talking about,” I say all very casual, “called Blunder, or Thunder or somesuch. But don’t say you got it from me. I’ve been out of tech for years. Ha Ha.”
“Wunda” they correct me, looking excited.
Bingo, thinks I.
“You’re doing a grand job, Ed,” Greaser tells me on the burner blower, “the London guys are shovelling in millions and the West Coast has got wind of it and started to come in.”
“Stash the cash in the Cayman accounts,” I tell Greaser, “and get some tame software developers to put in some big invoices. We want this all to look kosher when we put the company into bankruptcy saying the software couldn’t deliver on the promise.”