It may seem a little premature to be writing a review of 2016, but I’m not sure what my internet signal will be like if I need to bunker down with a four-year supply of tinned sardines and a wind-up torch. If Vodafone’s coverage in my kitchen is anything to go by, it’s not looking good.
If 1992 was an annus horribilis, this last twelve months must surely qualify as an annus whatthefuckisthis.
So many creative visionaries bailing out early as if they foresaw something we didn’t. The rise of the far-right at the expense of the left. Basic humanity deemed somehow incompatible with hosting Match of the Day. Syria, Brexit and Trump.
Now, I’m no theologian, but I’m pretty sure that’s the seven signs of the apocalypse right there.… Read the full post