2021 has the potential to make 2020 look like a pretty good year.
Potential, maybe but it won't do it with the same panache.
It has all the ingredients, sure, but they're already arranged in little bowls on the worktop like for a low budget tv chef. All the prep has been done by others.
The really impressive feat of 2020 is that it conjured up its Michelin starred main course of shit sandwich essentially from scratch. Like when a young Ainsley Harriett burst onto the scene with his magical dishes in 20 mins from a carrier bag containing two turnips, a carrot and some anchovies.
Could 2021 do that? I think not.