So, I'm bum-on-the-cold-floor at LAX. Flight back to England indefinitely delayed. I'm reading about weddings and missing my i-pod- (akin to losing a limb.)

I guess now would be a good time to learn the bass seeing as I’m carting this one all the way back to England - if anyone else in this airport asks me for a song I’ll throw my bowler hat at them – oddjob style.

Holiday season kind of crept up on me this year, which it seems to do with ever increasing stealth. I hope you had a good one for at least most of the time. I made bread sauce and grew 7 siblings courtesy of my young man-friend and his fabulous family.

Then I paid too much money to go to an NYE party in downtown LA.

With some delight I can tell you that I was running around the outside of a warehouse complex at the moment where 2007 and faded to black and 2008 switched on. Not the plan, seeing as Peaches was doing the midnight countdown inside and we'd paid extra for an open bar due to close in less than two hours.

I tell you this with delight because I wonder if it has any significance- the state of motion I was in as the year turned. Like most of us- I never run (except for public transport- that great equalizer.) Lovely night for it though, as it happens.

The Party was called Hard and all the kids looked odd and like they'd taken some time dressing up. Everyone just out in the street dancing and then inside a warehouse or two where some token VIP area would spring up and they'd cordon it off and make you queue up to get inside just to remind you that you were still in LA.

Despite being late for 2008, I made it for the Justice DJ set and jumped around with the other young people singing ‘We are your friends.’ I watched Peaches later on YouTube with her similarly uplifting message ‘F**k the year away!’.

Ami x