I don’t know about you, but I keep having these moments where I’m face-to-face with the juxtaposition of the warm glow of my (very lucky, very privileged) life, and a feeling of impending doom about the human race.

It’s a strange, liminal experience, where what’s immediately in front of me is pretty bloody wonderful (again: privilege), but what’s beyond and between and ahead of us is — on balance — pretty bloody depressing.

If I was trying to position myself as a Very Good Human, this is the part where I’d tell you I now spend more hours than ever trying to better the world around me, donating time and money and effort to all sorts of honourable causes.

Fact is, I don’t.