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ACK in 2009, after guy number 7 983 cheated on me, then dumped me, and then told me I was fat (like I hadn’t already noticed), I swore off men for ages (or at least a few months).

Another friend has been single for well over two years, since her last relationship imploded in her face. She’s written three books, knits her own yoghurt, grows her own clothes, pickles half her veg garden and is saving a fortune going without bikini waxes. Plus nobody died and at some point we both realised we would actually be fine on our own.

There’s something super-empowering about getting screwed over, then taking some time out to take back your independence, focus on your work, hang with mates, learn how to play badminton, crochet a beard.

So it struck me recently that our politicians have been screwing us over for long enough and maybe it’s time we took a break.

Belgium once went 589 days without a government. And it wasn’t even back in 1652, when there was no internet and they still made their fruit by hand. This was in 2010. Their election left them with a