As a year begins its great demise and forgotten dreams fade and die, as twelve months of woe get up and go, I can't help but think... So?

The things I said I'd try and be, like nice and kind and a better me, I do because that's who I am. A new calendar won't force my hand. And exercise and eating well.... That celery stick can go to hell! None of it will make me happy. In fact, they'll make me way more snappy!

This year, you know, ain't been so bad. There is no reason to be sad. I've interviewed fantastic writers and given a home to an ankle biter (by that I mean I've got a dog, not zombie crawlers chewing through my sock).

In the asylum, things get quite mad. Sometimes it honestly feels so bad. The orderlies just so not care and on their phones they stand and stare. But I have great friends and they are plentiful. I ignore the fact they're also mental.

So as the year sinks to decay don't let bad thoughts get in your way.

Grab every lining in your cloud. Be yourself, be loud and proud. Banish the darkness and let the light in and don't forget a little Sin!