After years of writing about political correctness gone mad, surely this was Allison's moment

In all her interactions, there is only one victim. Herself. It's possible she has more in common with the wokerati than she imagines

- John Grace

We need to talk about Allison. Thirty years ago Allison Pearson was an award-winning TV critic for the Independent. Funny and sharp. A must-read for other journalists. In 2002, she published her first novel, I Don't Know How She Does It, a laugh-out-loud comedy of a middle-class mother trying to juggle a career with having children. It went on to sell 4m copies and was made into a film. Writing careers don't get off to much better starts.

After stints on the Standard, the Telegraph and the Mail, Pearson settled down at the Telegraph in 2010 and has become a star columnist and interviewer. But somewhere along the way she seems to have lost her sense of humour. Many of her columns are long howls of despair. Nothing seems to give her pleasure.

The daily grind of modern life is too much for her. Nothing is as good as it once was. A centre-left Labour party is turning the UK into a Marxist state. The Conservative party isn't nearly conservative enough. At the moment, Kemi Badenoch has her guarded support, but don't hold your breath that this will continue. Allison's specialist subject is disappointment.