Let February lie in the past.

Please God I'm empty. February takes more than it's fair share of toll from me. I've been strip-searched, violated and humiliated by this month, a hefty price for passage into the year proper.

Well 2007, year of the golden pig, may yet be one of those good ones, we just don't know. But crikey, February has made sure I don't get to March, that month of ever-lightening rain skies and piscean birthdays, without having my collar well and truly felt.

I'm empty, they've pilfered every last cigarette and all the loose change from the purse of my inspiration. They've ripped pages out of my memory and left me dull. I'm leaving February behind as soon as I can.

All the travellers talk of April being the cruellest month, but February taught April everything it knows.