On TV it’s about Laura Kuenssberg, not Piers Morgan. In cinemas, Lesley Manville, Olivia Colman, Brendan Fraser. ‘Seriously — I’m boring,’ says Fraser, in line for a Best Actor Oscar next March. ‘I like red wine. I’m a wannabe camera geek in my personal life.’ The ancient, traditional notions of non-boringness — chaos, unpredictability — have in the past few years, like everything good, been nicked by people you would cross the street to avoid. Peacefulness is good. Honesty is good. It’s as though we have come to the realisation that, actually, you don’t need to go through the string of toxic-but-exciting flings before you get to the steady-as-shegoes relationship; you can just calmly cut to the chase and curl up on the sofa and watch The Repair Shop. Being boring is the new not-being-boring, and the world is a much better place for it.