Hang on...

No. You cannot convince me that 2015 lasted for more than a week.

Without a doubt, that was the fastest 365¹⁄₄ days (and an extra second) to ever pass me by. I'm not sure if that's a good sign. There seems to have been very little to stand out as particularly groundbreaking, in a year of general rubbishness abound - both on a personal level, and throughout the world.

My confidence and sanity have rocketed and took knocks, alternately, more times than Jeremy Corbyn has offended the entire Conservative population (who are, apparently, behaviour and body language experts that would put Derren Brown out of work, if they ever decided to use their talents for good instead of evil).

I've begrudgingly worked a job completely at odds with my long term plans, because I needed the financial springboard to go on to do what I want to do, and unpaid internships don't, er, pay very well. I was probably most content during my three months of unemployment at the turn of the year - at least, until I glanced over my bank balance. Perhaps happiness is inversely proportional to income?

On the positive side, I now have that financial springboard. My band (www.facebook.com/PrettyCitizens - check us out!) has made some moderately-sized waves, and played a nice stream of gigs through the year, and I've been working on my own stuff too. And I started this whole blog dealy, but haven't contributed as much as I would have liked.

Hence, this year I will basically be doing a bit more of everything, using 2015 as a foundation. I aim to start writing more - this blog, fiction, music - and hopefully get some experience in journalism. I'll be going back into education, studying journalism, and shortly thereafter set off on the career I've been wanting since I left school.

At various points throughout the past year I danced with the idea of rejecting society and going to live in the woods in solitude - that is, until I remember the ridiculous level of litter that permeates the British woodlands. And I have always been terrible at picking adequate footwear for the terrain.

So let's just crack on. Here's to writing '2015' as the date for at least the next three months.