That said, it was a lovely New Year's Eve. One of the nicest I can remember ever having, in fact. It was simple and fun, involving a very favourite friend (aka The Wife), record shopping, fizz, cocktails, pizza and a kitten. And some interpretative dancing to Joanna Newsom, always a must.
And, yes, now it's January again. No big resolutions from me - minus perhaps some vague attempts to be less 'cool girl' plus a bit healthier. I've started 2016 off the booze, but also off the running, as my sinuses appear to have been hijacked by a slimy monster - interesting stuff, I know. I'm doing a 10K at the end of January, so I need to get back on the running, at least.
However, in further evidence that middle age surely beckons, I find myself more excited about the country walk I am planning for Saturday than I am about most nights out.
As January is a month for hibernation, I have also resurrected my on/off romance with Netflix, which I think may currently be my most meaningful relationship. I have recently watched The Babadook, Coherence and Frank (all very excellent and recommended), as well as a lot of vintage episodes of 3rd Rock From The Sun (still funny).
In other news, I am still obsessed (OBSESSED) with Star Wars, and looking forward to seeing The Hateful Eight.
This morning on the train, I finished Chrissie Hynde's memoir. She is very, very cool. In fact, my only criticism of the book would be that she is perhaps a little too cool. Still worth a read, though.
Here she is being cool. And with an apt title for current back-to-school feelings. Oh, and excellent fringe - although I shall perhaps explain at a later date my ongoing personal issues when it comes to Chrissie Hynde and her fringe).