It's been about a year since my break up with Kris, my single living madness (ably assisted by sex strumpet Louise aka The Nekkid Chick), and random boy interactions.

I can't believe how much my life has changed.

Back then I was constantly in these bright yellow shoes that were the only bright thing in my day sometimes, always accompanied by incredibly short skirts and little tees. I'd invariably find myself standing at bus stops at 8am wondering how to get into work and buying knickers from M&S on the way in.

I met some great people, notably the Irish boys, and some insincere people, like Oli and some beautiful young boys like George (thanks for that one Dodger) and the just plain confusing like Olly. I felt a bit like my life had been shredded to pieces after all the hassles I had with various bands I had worked with. All that held me together was going out, the friendships I had with people like Sarah and Louise and Matty and this determination not to be dragged into depression.

Well, it worked. My life is pretty unrecognisable from then to now.

Those yellow shoes are hell of a beat up though.