My glass is completely empty. By Jeremy Paxman
It is perpetually damp in my part of the forest. I can see no reason to join in the idiotic outbreaks of goodwill about 2023, since more or less the only certainty is that my Parkinson’s is not going to get any better. I have not bothered to keep a tally of all the Pollyannas who’ve repeatedly chanted that Parkinson’s disease is not fatal. They seem unaware that while this disease may not kill you, it has the power to make you wish you were already dead. 1. I gave up making New Year resolutions the year I resolved to ‘swear less’. Less than what? I hope instead that, this year, fewer people resolve to become Prime Minister in the trivial and vainglorious 2023. Ever since David Cameron wormed his way into Downing Street, no PM has looked as if they were born to the job. Liz Truss lasted a...
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