January is a fine time for reflection – a moment to think back on the past year and make ambitious resolutions for the new one. Or, more accurately, it’s a time to lie to yourself and those you hold dear. My odds of hitting the gym and shedding the ten pounds that have banished half my suits to the “maybe someday” section of the closet are about as good as the federal Liberals’ chances of winning the next election. Spoiler alert: not great.