IT’S fair to say 2020 has given us all a bit of perspective. Which is probably for the best, because back in January you gave a shit about these things:
That last Star Wars film
Remember piling into a packed cinema surrounded by hundreds of other nerds, then performing a lengthy post-mortem on that piece of shit in the pub afterwards? What a waste of everybody’s f**king time. Stop making the films? Stop making the films.
A flaky Tinder date
You matched, you flirted, but you never really knew how they felt. The bigger crime is that you wasted the last weeks of Covid-free shagging chasing this loser when you could have been knocking off someone who was at least up for it, even if they were sort of ugly.
Harry and Meghan
But how does William feel? But how does the Queen feel? But will they still have HRH titles? This genuinely counted as earth-shattering news when it happened. Now they’re just two more celebrities we resent seeing on Skype calls.
Christmas weight gain
Have your clothes shrunk or was it all those Quality Streets you stuffed into your face? Either way, you’ve got plenty of time to burn that fat off. It’s not like you’re going to be stuck indoors on your arse eating crisps and boozing for the whole year.
Boris Johnson’s been elected prime minister! He’ll cut NHS budgets, when they’re already overloaded with debt, to the bone! Or he’ll forgive all their debts and shovel in so much cash that an extra £3 billon of winter funding barely makes headlines.
Actually this one’s still a legitimate concern, with only five months left to iron out a negotiation or repeat all those bewildered-pensioner-in-empty-supermarket photos. But at least our benevolent leader is beavering away on it without anything diverting his attention.