There's a big (but almost empty) tin of Quality Street in my desk drawer at work, American Idol is back on ITV2 and the iPod I got for Christmas has selected tracks from N-Trance, Mousse T and S Express loaded onto it.
Far from being the period of spartan self-denial that traditionally follows the excesses of Christmas, January turned out to be Guilty Pleasures month.
I thought the culmination of this was going to be the all-expenses-paid trip to Prague I enjoyed …