I won’t lie; it’s not my favourite month. It’s not my least favourite month either. I reserve that accolade for October and November. Everyone turns into a complete dickhead then. Whether it’s extolling the virtues of dead or dying trees, b anging-on about cosy jumpers, or rolling around in dog-shit covered leaves. Or the clocks going back! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!? Or the increased consumption of food, and fuel, and stuff. So much stuff! Or the slow descent toward Xmas and the slaughter of the innocents. Nah. Fuck Autumn. It's shite. I love January! Yeah it’s cold & dark still. And most people are either diseased, or broke, or both. But the days are getting longer, the bulbs are in bloom, and as l’m a tight git with no income, I don’t get Blue Monday (r egardless of which Monday it now falls on). February almost feels like Summer to me. The verdant greens, the splashes of white, purple and yellow, the earlier sunrises, the later days. I watch my 'smart meter' (who is ...