I just got a call from a radio station. I won’t say which one. *- We’d like to invite you on air. It’s right up your alley: Protecting Minarets. Say what?* I say. Protecting what? Protecting minarets. That’s what you do, isn’t it? Definitely something to do with minarets. No, I’m not involved in protecting minarets. And even if I were involved with minarets, I’d more likely be demolishing them than protecting them. Sorriti.* We hang up, both equally bewildered. And then it dawns on me. The radio girl meant "protecting minority shareholders." A business radio station, by the way.