COLUMNISTS COMMENT | SF
Picture the scene: I'm sitting in quite a swish pub in a small village outside Cambridge. It's a Thursday evening in early December, so it's dark and cold outside. Here inside the pub, however, there's a warm cozy fire, and the whole place is decked out in festive decorations. Michael Bublé is crooning Christmas songs on the radio and I have a large glass of Malbec in my hand.
Right now, at this moment, life is good. It's been a