Well that is not strictly true as I am still lounging about in the boudoir.
My upgrade, a long process that was rudely interrupted by a battle or two with cancer, is in full progress. The drug fuelled years in the Brighton underbelly have become a thing of the past as I edit my memoirs.
There is much filth and depravity to tell you about. The sex and the drugs are just the half of it. There was murder too.
But that is all for the new year because for now I need to shop, as part of the upgrade of course.
Let's keep things classy in paradise.