OPINION - To have a successful January, embrace failure like me and Gary Oldman
Like everyone with an + account, the most pleasurable six hours of my Christmas break were spent in the esteemed company of ’s Jackson Lamb, the dog-eared, moth-eaten protagonist of . His propulsive drinking and smoking habits reminded me of less cautious, happier days. That grubby overcoat satiated an urgent December need to divorce myself from the reductive filters of positivity, tinsel and gloss. The scheduling of the show’s fabulously preposterous climax over the festivities couldn’t have felt any more prudent, turning Lamb
