The feeling of getting a song stuck in your head is a pretty common one.

It happens in various ways. Maybe your irritating housemate was playing Gangnam Style on repeat earlier and now you can’t sleep because your brain is currently doing the same. Or you went to a gig the other day and the catchiest songs ran around your head for the entire journey home. Or throughout the Christmas period your brain randomly belted out “The power of looooove! Sent from aboooove!” because of that advert with the snowman that, let’s be honest, probably stole a hat and scarf from John Lewis.

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This week saw Barack Obama’s second inauguration as President of the United States of America. I remember his first one quite clearly. I was in my first year of uni and my housemate Tom and I watched it in his room, on his computer.

I also seem to remember his room was a terrible mess. It always was.

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Today is Valentine’s Day.

You might have noticed because all of your Facebook friends decided to inform you of the fact. Just in case that one poor, calendar-less soul out there had forgotten.

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Over the past year-and-a-bit I’ve learned a lot about creativity. One of these things is what to do when you’re not feeling creative, or you’ve just run out of ideas.

There is a romantic myth that you need to be in the right zone to be creative – that you should wait for inspiration.

I don’t believe it.

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I am a supporter of Liverpool Football Club.

As you might be aware, this has made the past few days a much more unpleasant experience than they might otherwise have been.

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I recently rediscovered my love for the story of Jonah.

You probably all know it. You may well have dismissed it as a kid’s story where a guy runs away from God and gets swallowed by a fish. One of our Lord’s most bizarre disciplinary decisions, I think you will agree. Sending a fish to swallow an errant prophet, and consequently to vomit him out when he had had some time to think about what he had done. Like some sort of spiritual naughty step. But with more fish guts.

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I count myself among the world’s foremost procrastinators.

But then, don’t we all? The claim to possess world-beating procrastinatorial prowess seems to be a fairly commonplace assertion.  And the merest glance through my Twitter or Facebook news feeds confirms the extent to which this procrastination epidemic afflicts the general population. Well, afflicts my friends anyway. I’m sure your friends are all super organised, focused, disciplined and single-minded. And that your parties are just a blast.

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This year I have a single New Year’s Resolution.

I am going to start closing cupboards after I use them.

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