A brilliant, transformative politician has dropped out of the race to be US President… I hope to God he’s back in 2024!
D’OH! THOSE BOZOS in America!
I’ve got used to seeing the people I vote for not win in the UK, ever since my first ballot failed to unseat Maggie Thatcher, Milk Snatcher, back in 1987.
And today, I’m fucked off because my favourite candidate from Across The Pond didn’t make it either….
Andrew Yang – whose idealistic bid to be the Democrat taking on Donald Trump in November’s US Election got me excited about politics again – has thrown in the towel after a disappointing performance in the New Hampshire Primary on Tuesday.
But Yang can be proud of a run that saw him outlast 18 more established candidates for the Top Job – and for becoming a “thought leader” in the US, with his well-received policies for a “human centred capitalism” to soften the effects of future job automation.
It’s tough to stay motivated when you’re trying to change career – so, like Grant’s character in ‘About A Boy’, I’m proud that I haven’t gone under
I DID 150 Side Planks as I was microwaving my porridge this morning.
As the oven chimes sounded to announce that the two minutes of cooking were up – and I gasped through the last half dozen reps – I reflected that I was getting pretty good at time management.
I’d done all the morning chores and waved goodbye to the wife and kids; I’d fitted some intense body-firming exercise into an otherwise idle moment; and I was on schedule to start work at 8.40, as usual.
Except that there wasn’t actually any work to go to…
If you’re 50 or older, you may already be over the worst…
I WAS NEVER much good at maths but, there are a lot of numbers running through my head at the minute.
For example, I’ve just entered the last year of the famed 45-54 marketing category – the one after which advertisers lose interest in flogging stuff to you, because you can in no way be considered sexy any more.
Rather than worrying about being a year closer to falling off my perch, however, I’m actually looking forward to being forgotten – give or take the odd poke from Viking River Cruises or Stannah Stairlifts.
I’m also approaching a more personally important statistic because, if I hang around for about another 18 months, I’ll have passed the ages at which my Dad and my Mum died.
And, although their passing has caused me all manner of pain over the years, I’m now strangely euphoric that I’m about to be out on my own here.
Outliving them seems a success of a kind, as if we were in some sort of race and suddenly… I’m in the lead
God knows, it’s not like me to be so cheerful about anything – especially getting older.
But according to new research on how age affects happiness I may, quite literally, have turned a corner. Or at least a curve…
I’m talking about the recent study by former Bank of England economist David Blanchflower, who has pinpointed the age at which we are most unhappy as 47 years and two months.