Jesus motherf*cking Christ MoDo is at it again with a deeply inane column in today's Sunday Times.
Look, having recently turned 50 I'm mostly sympathetic to the unexpected fears and neuroses that can encircle a middle age life.
It's not so easy when you start seeing yourself on the downhill side of existence. When you've lost your religion. When you start asking yourself unsettling questions.
Have I done all the things I set out to do?
Did I make the world better in any way?
Does anyone love me?
Will people miss me when I'm dead and gone?
But MoDo, we have questions too.
What the f*ck did we ever do to you?
What is this thing called op-ed anyway?
How the hell did you get (do you keep) your job?