Right you lot! Turn those frowns upside down - you survived Blue Monday. Sad emoji face begone! Monday, January 18 is known as the most depressing day of the year, hence the title of Blue Monday. Yes, you might be on a six-week pay month, yes, you may be off the bevvy (fool) and yes, you may not be able to move since becoming a gym bunny. However, there's a lot to be thankful for; only one more week until February and that's your January blues banished for another year. Crack open the coconut water, break out the carrot batons!

So you think you've had it tough? Put yourself in my shoes for a minute. Christmas officially finished for me on Sunday, January 17 at 4:30pm. Panto is done. Kaput. Finished. I was still running about that Pavilion Theatre stage trying to save Santa and singing about him coming to town as you lot were browsing the Easter eggs in Tesco for your cheat day treat. The January blues do not exist in my house! It's party time!

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We were in the bar of the Citizen M hotel by 4.45pm on Sunday and had a rerr terr. Great show, brilliant bunch of pals and you better believe we were on the shots. This is my delayed Christmas/slob out time. I'm a shadow of my former self thanks to two show days for 10 weeks, my size medium clothes are hanging off me and it is now my duty to set about filling them out again.

How, I hear you cry? Well, my dear, lovely readers, your January may get a wee bit bluer reading this, but yours truly has ditched the kitten heels and is off to Hollywood for a month! I call it my Panto recovery - in essence, it's what keeps me buoyant throughout the long run, it's what keeps me sparkly and shiny on that stage day after day, knowing I've got an end goal to work towards.

My case is packed, sunglasses at the ready and I'm already referring to things as awesome and people as Y'all. This Panto dame is going stateside and Y'all (see what I did there) better lock up your sons.

I'm not alone in my adventure, the gorgeous Holly Jack, she of River City and Waterloo Road fame is sharing the apartment with me in West Hollywood; my best pal Natalie is coming over from Perth in Australia and we're getting two injections from Glasgow in the shape of Michele Gallager and my friend, Clare Dunn.

Michele has just been in Panto with me, so is also in dire need of a holiday and Clare got a plane ticket from her husband as a Christmas gift. Poor LA will not know what's hit it, there's about to be an influx of shrill Scottish lassies on the lash and we will not be taking any prisoners.

Wide as the Clyde will be coming to you as the LA edition for the next four weeks - I will sniff out the most fabulous parties in town, promise to chase any and all remotely famous faces for a selfie and promise to come home with a mid - Atlantic drawl that would put Sheena Easton and LuLu to shame. Factor 50? Check. Passport? Check. See ya!