There are three things that always happen on January 1st.
One is the arrival of a sensational new diet plan that no intelligent woman will touch, because it bans alcohol. The second is an avalanche of horoscopes (I may be partly responsible for this). And thirdly, there will be something about cricket. I believe it’s quite popular.
You hardly ever read the New Year story that should matter the most. And I hate to say it, but Australia doesn’t need to get a hotter body.
It needs a big fat soul detox.
I’m not talking a $100 appointment with a New Age wanker with a ...