The perils of making Diane Abbott jokes
I wanted 2020 to be a landmark year for me, so I came up with a killer set of resolutions. This turned out to be quite the existential task. Last New Year’s Eve, I had some spirits to raise my spirits, retreated to my room and started jotting down my big plans. But for millennial house-sharers, moments of privacy tend to be cut short. My flatmates started hammering at the door, demanding I come back to the party. I woke up, our first day into 2020, in a pool of my own drool and discovered I’d scrawled some resolutions on my arm.
