Arriving at Sheffield's Motorpoint Arena, the first thing I noticed was how mixed, gender-wise, the crowd was.
One night she meets a young girl who doesn't know a soul, and puts her wise to the crowd, and the particular perils to avoid with each man there.
Essentially, it's beating the market by being wiser than the crowd.
A really wise guy in the crowd, one familiar with relevant data, might challenge you with: "Oh, really?
With the highly theatrical bearing that befitted the sentence, the wise guy in the crowd yelled back, "Well then, by God, man, plumb!" That was over twenty years ago now.
(A Rubik's Cube because it's puzzling. OK?) And now the bit where we turn to you, the wise crowd, for answers, for the first of (we hope) a series, where your answers could appear in print.
So what does the wise Guardian crowd forecast will be the outcome of this weekend's coalition talks?
The Crowd, wise though it may be, probably does not have infinite patience to watch thousands of hours of lifecasting chaff to find a single grain of wheat.
How do they ply their trade vs. the wise crowd?
Is the crowd wiser than a lone genius?
The reason is that while an expert may know more than anyone else in the room, he is unlikely to know more than the room as a whole, to be wiser or cleverer than the crowd.
