Bring back sex, drugs and rock n’ roll 

It’s generally not hard to find a thoroughly depressing, joyless, plaintive, whiny, doom-laden, monotoned, earnest, life-sucking, soul-less, uninspiring, hapless and gloom-inducing article in the leftier British press. In fact, I sometimes wonder if the editors have sacked all their journalists, installed ChatGPT, and simply sit there, sipping Waitrose crémant, as they punch in evermore negative and melancholy prompts like ‘write an article about why something (gardening, cake, quantum engineering) is racist’ or ‘do a travel piece on the joys of zero emission yurting in Macclesfield’.