Oh bugger, it’s almost January.
Poor old January, he really has the worst deal of the year doesn’t he? All the other months must feel so smug when they look at his blue, bitter ways with his short, frost-bitten days.
April’s running around crying, ‘I might bloody shower on you but summmmmer’s ahead!’, August is all ‘I’ll bring you sunshine [In the pouring rain]’, September seduces us with, ‘I know August was a two-second wonder – he always is, but I’ll bring you an Indian summer’, while December just sits on her gold encrusted, red throne with Santa on her side and elves rubbing her feet. But even February, with his dark, gloomy days, just pulls up a seat, orders a gin and tonic, and says: ‘Hey I’m only 28 days long,’ and we all swoon a little. ‘And I’m not January,’ he adds, with a mischievous wink.
Bless January, he tries his best to impress us. ‘I’ll make you fit and healthy – let’s start using that gym membership,’ he promises desperately. ‘Let’s give your liver a rest – walk away from the wine, in fact I will transform you into a new person this year… Just make a list, lets do it together.’
But he just always ends up disappointing us, doesn’t he? He’s all talk… and throwing down hail, sleet and snow, while sending us back into work with a belly full of turkey does not help. And let’s not mention the stinking hangover he always insists on starting the year with. The bastard.
In a bid to combat the somewhat aggressive January blues that I can already feel coming on, I have searched high and low for my favourite blue pictures that Matty and I have taken in recent years. Because really, if you stop to think about it, blue is a rather beautiful colour. Maybe January should start using that as his chat up line instead…
The wonderful Tyne Bridge in Newcastle. Especially wonderful in March 2011 as it marked the end of our west to east coast bike ride of England. Thank God for Star Bursts.
Some arty, blue plastic bottles at the Musee d’art Moderne et d’art Contemporain in Nice (which I am reliably informed is French for modern art museum).
One of the beautiful palm-leaf swinging trees of Bali… with oodles of offerings at their base
One of my favourite bluesy pictures of all times, so must give credit to Matty who snapped this (while I was probably filing my nails or something) in Essaouira, Morocco in 2008
The infamous sky-mirror at the Nottingham Playhouse on a particularly merry July evening in 2012.
And this, folks, is my dear friend Nicki at a particularly blue-infused rave at Glastonbury in 2010. I told you blue could be brilliant.
Well no blue collection could be complete without a cheeky little snap of the Blue Mosque in Istanbul
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A Kenyan man in a a Nairobi slum from my trip with Christian Aid in 2010.
And we’re back in Nice, which I visited in March 2012. I love this place.
And a funky blue head on a posh hotel in Nice.
Hungerford Bridge in London baby! (Taken at some point in the last five years).
From the soon to be demolished Lenton Flats in Nottingham, snapped in 2011.
And another from the Lenton Flats complex, 2011.
Finally, some flying shoes in Ljubljana, Slovenia… snapped in 2011.
So, ahem, please feel free to share your views on the months of the year. Don’t pretend I’m the only one to give them sexes and personalities… Which one do you fancy the most?
Oh, and Happy New Year! X
It is so absolutely true what you have said about January! My birthday is the third and I really never been able to muster any enthusiasm for it. It’s not about the aging, it;s about its placement in the year for all the reasons you have declared! I would love to move it to October which is my favorite month of the year. It seduces you with its golden hues, gluttonous foods and figure-friendly clothes. He’s my favorite!
Ha ha, this made me laugh Andi.. although sorry for being a bit mean about your birthday month! Loving your points about October… do live the autumnal months, although i always crave summer! For some reason your comment was sucked into my spam so have only just released it! I will have a strong word with my plugin.