Piers of sh*t

Piers Morgan is the epitome of male fragility and refusal to listen to the voices of those who have traditionally not held any power. His work to expose government ministers for failures in the handling of Covid was clearly a temporary respite from his self-important ranting and pontificating on air, which comes at the detriment of all guests. Never has one person so cluelessly drowned out all reasonable debate in a TV studio. Get rid. Good riddance. Shut the door on your way out, etc etc etc.

Piers is someone who would have made his mind up about how he was going to react to the Harry and Meghan interview with Oprah, before the interview. It’s pre-judgment and being led by other narratives more in line with his world view, although the way this manifests is mainly through narcissism, of course.

Apart from watching the Piers Morgan fallout, I made another resolution today. I am never again organising a meeting with a colleague that we term a ‘catch-up’, unless we’ve agreed it’s purely a social occasion. Catch-ups breed opportunities to be inefficient, distracted and to trivialise serious matters. I make this vow and am willing to be held to it.

In the evening apart from dealing with my indignation over the indignation from social media trolls to Harry and Meghan, I wanted to eat Fox’s Crunch Creams with vanilla ice cream. So that is precisely what I did.