Blimey it's all been a bit quiet on the misfortune front - looks like 2005 was the year of good luck.

However, 2006 had kicked off with a couple of cracking mishaps:

1. Hogmanay at the Swanns
An otherwise fabulous party was marred slightly during the midnight street ceilidh by Nina Sagrada's sharp high heel colliding with my left shin. OoooOOOOWWW!

2. Food poisoning
After a mere two hours back in the office I started to feel extremely unwell. A dodgy BBC breakfast appears to have brought on food poisoning. This became clear on the way home - I began vomiting Little-Britain-style on platform 2 at the station. Slumped on a grit bin, I watched helplessly as my train left without me as I continued to spew predigested bacon onto the platform, watched by horrified train passengers. Oh, the shame.

3. A near miss
An almost-misfortune: Sarah, my flatmate, was sitting on the bog with her trousers down when I burst into the toilet, seconds away from another projectile vomiting session. We are indeed blessed to have two bogs in our flat, and I made it into the right one just in time for gastric evacuation.

So I start 2006 covered in bits of dried vomit with a black and blue leg. How glamorous.