So here is one of my theories on happiness: we cannot know if we have lived a truly happy life until the very end. This view of life and death was reinforced by my close witnessing of the buildup to the death of Philip Gould. Philip was without doubt my closest friend in politics. When he died I felt like I had lost a limb.
The war on drugs is wrong both tactically and morally. It assumes that people are too stupid too reckless and too irresponsible to decide whether and under what conditions to consume drugs. The war on drugs is morally bankrupt.