In an annual tradition that seems to occur earlier each year, some British survey has declared today the year's most depressing. To be fair, it is Britain, where foulmouthed yobs vomit on knickerless ladettes whose consumption of cheap booze has caused them to pass out in the garbage-strewn streets and the only light anyone ever sees is the reflective glint from the blade that is about to stab them, so you can understand how they might feel a little down. But it's not like tomorrow's going to be any better.