It's Jack-Frost-chewing-on-your-toes cold out there - arse-numbingly cold, like an arctic Hades; bitingly, icily cold; blindingly, deafeningly cold - as though January is asserting itself, reaffirming its position at the bottom of the list of the year's twelve months. Dark: check. Cold: check. As far away from the bliss of summer as you can possibly get: check. But we know this already, and January doesn't have to show off. We're already depressed, all of us, so just go away and let your only slightly less horrid - though thankfully much shorter - cousin February take a shot at it, okay?

I'm off to New York on Friday, but I'll be back in time to help wrap up work on a Very Important Deadline - our most important yet. TLJ-Next (I do believe we're not so very far away from revealing the name of the game) is close to being playable. All the bits and pieces are coming together, and this is where we find out for sure if we're on the right track or not. Given the experience and excellence of the team, I'd be very surprised if we weren't.  ¶ 15:55