I have faith in February

It's a new week and also a new month. 1st of February 2010. The first February of the new decade.

Ignoring the fact in all cynism that this month holds the big commercial love day, I have faith in February. January is the month that's still in the last year, with expectations for the new year, beginnings of New Years resolutions and sometimes ending them before they properly began taking an effect.

January was... turbulent. It started well good in Jamaica, but the two weeks following the trip was filled with a little joy (at least the first few days after the return to the UK), anger, jet lag, feelings of being fed up, confusion and... I think that was it. I sure had had enough when the hours ticked it's way towards 31 January.

And in all that new month, new beginnings, new ends spirit I will unload what's on my mind, even though it might not be according to any rules made up by surely an idiot a long time ago, I will make clear what I want and not caring about the effect.

But the end to January 2010 was much better than the middle of it. Saturday contained a vodka fuelled boogie in Richmond with Mie and Tina. Lot's of dance moves, cocktails, shots, weird men and guards watching these men, a burger and chips before bed, sleep, no hangover, TV film, then 500 Days of Summer, Thai food, Lars and the real girl, being Sunday lazy.

We decided and planned the theme for the next house party. The theme is wickedly brilliant and we're so proud of it. But it's still a good month and a half before it takes place, so hush hush and wait and see.