Hoggers

1. Out of Manchester like dogs out traps, we're on the hunt for a decent breakfast by 10. Needless to say, that can't be found on the M6, so with Graham Norton for company we plough on up the rain splattered road. Home.

2. I do a rapid unpack and sort. My tagine looks rather nice. It's nice to be here. Not so nice to find my eviction letter. Ah well. New year, new start.

3. I head to PRW for the evening. The smell that greets me is ace. Pie. Hogmany pie.

4. A lovely evening, chattering, eating. Fizz.

5. Happy new year.