I’m invited to contribute to Jon Slattery’s end-of-year round-up, nominating my best media of 2009.

For Journalist of the Year, I have to plump for Liz-fucking-Jones. She’s painted herself into a corner in a dank, Exmoor hovel; has landed herself with a herd of rescue animals that she can’t possibly abandon; and, as someone smarter than me has said, now looks as if she’s just flown a hang-glider through a flock of crows.

And as if by magic, today’s Daily Mail carries a ‘lonely at Christmas’ piece from the mad woman herself, instantly confirming all of the above. Thanks, Liz.