Many say January is the most depressing month of the year but I love it. It's a time for new beginnings, a fresh start, refocusing and looking ahead to the next 12 months. January is also awards season, meaning that red carpets all over the world are, for a brief few weeks, the focus of the world's media.
Sitting in the launderette reading a copy of last week's TV Guide, I contemplated my upcoming BAFTA attendance. More specifically, I'd just worked out that by the time I'd stuck my smalls in the dryer and lugged them all the way home down Balham High Road I would have just under one hour to prepare.
The countdown's begun... the most showbiz event in the television industry's diary is this Sunday, 12 May, in Central London: The TV BAFTAs. This is when the best of British on the box is celebrated and everyone who's anyone on the small screen wants a golden ticket so that they can strut their stuff along the red carpet with a freshly-sprayed tan, toupe-taped side-boob and blagged designer glitzy frock!