What’s left of me arrives at the restful Kamalaya Spa, Koh Samui, Thailand at the end of December 2010. I’m knackered, bone tired, I feel like a spent whoopee cushion, look like one too. I’m detoxing, resting, evaluating my career, my postcode, health, and generally ‘propping up the smouldering edifice’ (in the word’s of the mighty AJP Taylor). On New Years Eve I attach my little tag to my wish lantern, send it up into the night sky crossing my fingers for some insight into the next instalment of my career to appear. Funnily enough I know something’s on it’s way, I’m not sure exactly what, I just know I’m heading in the right direction.