Perhaps one of the most evil things that we humans can do to ourselves is take a break.

Now of course, this isn’t taking a break from a computer screen just in order to rub your eyes to restore some form of feeling back into them, then continuing to spend another 14 hours on that award winning report on types of bread for your boss.

In this case, the break is that of spending time away from it all, actually doing very little, taking walks in the park, stealing meals on wheels from old people, and listening to how someone got their foot stuck in the Uncle Mike’s arse for the 100th time, probably in an attempt to see how much you want to inherit the family home.

We’ve all come back from the Christmas break now, supposedly fully refreshed, ready to go for the new year and all the “new” exciting stuff that it brings and the first week back in the thick of things seems to have killed us all inside.

Now, it’s been mentioned here on more than one occasion that the key factor in all behaviour, motivation, is a waning commodity in these times where the long hours of work practically drain you of energy at the best of times and by the time you reach for the keys to the front lock of your sex dungeon of a home, bring out the gimp, and ride em like the animal you pay them to be, you’re just drained.

In fact you find that the best you could hope for at this stage is to eat more cheesy snacks along with the 17 tonnes of leftovers from the festive period and catch up with who is sleeping with Simon Cowell in order to win “You’re f**ked up if you think I’ve got Talent”.

Not that we’d ever suggest such talent shows are rigged and that people are wasting their money…We’ve not got a great legal team right now, but once we do, oh what suggestions we shall make.

But for the first week of 2011, it seems to have been an epic struggle of trying to get our mojos back into action with the daily routine, struggling to string together wonderfully silly phrases together in a vain effort not to make anyone fall lapse into a coma, and then catch with the work that somehow feels like it was all held back from the year just gone as some twisted prize on a gameshow to be given out to the runners-up.

I would have just preferred my BFH (bus fare home, god bless Bullseye).

Perhaps it was all the last minute shopping that people embarked on in order to beat the VAT rise to 20% which came into force on the 4th of January this year, but looking at what people did end up buying, not much was actually saved, and some of the retailers put their prices up beforehand, then claimed that they were “absorbing” the extra increase in costs.

Please, as if we were born….oh well, never mind.

So given that motivation is going to take a little bit of time to come back to us, and we return to kidding ourselves that we’re going to lose 17 stone in the gym in a week before crying over a packet of crisps that in fact it takes longer, is there anything that can speed this up?

It’s been documented on numerous times that January is the most depressing month of the year (if it’s on CBBC, you know it’s true, and yes I am counting the days to when my next pocket money is due) and therefore what we should be doing is looking forward to something fun, different or possibly illegal (which we would suggest had we a better legal team, perhaps that should have been the new year’s resolution instead of buying a pot of jam).

On the bright side, it’s only 50.5 weeks left to 2012, the year where humanity will either end, or due to lack of funds with the cost cutting by the government, the bloke we paid £500 for the epic light-show of an Olympic opening ceremony turns up with a couple of red bulbs, and a candle for the Olympic torch. Rock on.