As 2016 drew to a close I struggled to remain optimistic so let me start with some personal good stuff. I am alive and that was not a given at the beginning of the year. If the truth be known at times I thought I was running out of road.
The last couple of weeks have been dominated by family and friends, most particularly because I lost my mother on the 20th November.
Early Wednesday morning I switched off the TV, reckoning as I saw the initial reports coming in from Florida, that Hillary Clinton was going to be the 45th President of the United States. I fell asleep thinking of her preening sense of entitlement but safe in the knowledge that the boat wouldn’t be rocked.
Sometimes I just get plain mad and like a lot of people need to vent my frustration, so this week I’m just going to let rip. So let me start with Brexit.
I think I must be suffering from political anorak disease because I stayed up on Wednesday night to watch the last of the U.S. Presidential debates. It was a pretty unedifying experience and served as yet another reminder of how depressing it is to have two such unattractive candidates for the Presidency.