Every night my mother would put us to bed to classical music, my younger brother would fall asleep instantly, but I was different and I couldn't sleep until the record was finished. I would secretly leave my room and stand in front of the mirror that was in the long corridor next to my room and I would dance and pretend I was Montserrat Caballé in La Traviata.
The sharpest tragedy in the Pistorius scandal is the death of a young, intelligent woman - Reeva Steenkamp. Yet, the whole episode also threatens to strike a dagger into last year's Olympic legacy. For all that Pistorius did to prove the irrelevance of disability; he is now the blade runner that malfunctioned.
With Tom Daley as the face of Splash!, we are perilously close to a terrain where our Olympic generation is immersed with second-rate celebrities. Louis Smith recently won Strictly Come Dancing, and whilst I accept the importance for these athletes to cash in whilst they can, I cannot help but feel disappointed.
"Humankind cannot bear very much reality", suggested the poet TS Eliot many years ago. Well: I can't bear very much more right now. When I heard Kermit the Frog providing the soundtrack for a James Villas holiday advert a few days ago, I had my 2013 January epiphany. Celebrity TV has jumped the shark.