Maybe revisiting the results of the 2015 General Election made me depressed or seeing Labour shooting itself in the foot in electing another incompetent leader just got me jaded.
Brooker takes a wry look at 2015 which started with terrorist atrocities in Paris and ended with something similar even more blood crazed in Paris.
Brooker now married with a child comes across as less vitriolic and bitter as well as being better groomed than before.
Still Brooker whizzes past with the events of the year. Some of it was mildly funny when he looks at garbage television, Cameron being allegedly intimate with a pig and Trump being nasty to every minority he can set his eyes on.
However this was not a vintage yearly wipe compared to previous years.