January. Gennaio. Janvier. Januar. Eanáir. Enero.
The name comes from the God Janus, who in Roman mythology was the God of doorways, beginnings and endings. Janus was traditionally depicted with two faces, which explains why most people start the month smiling, full of cheery optimism and hope, and end the month a miserable sourpuss of bitter resignation that this year may actually be quite similar to the last.
If ever there was a month that needed a dedicated blog post to cheer it up, it is this one. I would therefore like to point out the things I love about January.
I love the tension that emanates from every smoker who has almost lasted one cigarette-free week: "Cranky?? I'm not fooking cranky, WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I'M FOOKING CRANKY?? WHAT????! PRICK!!
I love the way people wear gifted clothing items that were clearly selected by someone who didn't quite know their taste or size, yet don't have the heart to return them. It's a month of garish scarfs, tight jumpers and oversized jackets.
The name comes from the God Janus, who in Roman mythology was the God of doorways, beginnings and endings. Janus was traditionally depicted with two faces, which explains why most people start the month smiling, full of cheery optimism and hope, and end the month a miserable sourpuss of bitter resignation that this year may actually be quite similar to the last.
If ever there was a month that needed a dedicated blog post to cheer it up, it is this one. I would therefore like to point out the things I love about January.
I love the tension that emanates from every smoker who has almost lasted one cigarette-free week: "Cranky?? I'm not fooking cranky, WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I'M FOOKING CRANKY?? WHAT????! PRICK!!
I love the way people wear gifted clothing items that were clearly selected by someone who didn't quite know their taste or size, yet don't have the heart to return them. It's a month of garish scarfs, tight jumpers and oversized jackets.
I love the cold which forces me to curl up in the foetal position every morning thinking, this must be what a bald husky feels like.
I love how people faff about with new gadgets, with which they are technologically out of their depth, whilst pretending they are perfectly at ease with them. Like the guy who got the headphones to his iPad tangled up on the buttons of a stranger's oversized jacket whilst trying to disembark the tube at Liverpool Street this morning (as natural as it is to watch the latest Hollywood blockbuster on one's way to work).
I love the mixture of agony and confusion etched in the purple face of every jogger that pants past me on my morning walk to the tube station. And how the streets will be jogger-free in about a fortnight's time.
Dammit all, I love YOU, January. But I just feel we need some time apart for now.
Eleven months should do it.
CB
I love the mixture of agony and confusion etched in the purple face of every jogger that pants past me on my morning walk to the tube station. And how the streets will be jogger-free in about a fortnight's time.
Dammit all, I love YOU, January. But I just feel we need some time apart for now.
Eleven months should do it.
CB
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