In 280 BC, King Pyrrhus of Epirus masterminded unlikely victories over the Romans in battles at Heraclea and Asculum.
No mean feat, you might think. Unfortunately, it was utter carnage. In the end, only three of Pyrrhus’s guys survived, cheering joyously and giving each other high-fives in a field littered with mutilated corpses.
Spool forward 2,300 years – and history is repeating. On the one hand, I’ve been reunited with my wallet and scored points over the person who misplaced it. On the other, I’ve already bought another one, and cancelled six cards and a travel-pass.
Hardly a massacre, but still.