On New Year’s day, as is my festive tradition of many year’s standing, I was unable to feel my legs and my head pulsated like a jack hammer. Liam thought he’d fight fire with fire by showing me this year’s New Year’s Eve gunpowder display from London - ten minutes of bangs and beats. Despite a throbbing cranium, I was completely mesmerised by the display, a spectacular showstopper of a show and a fitting start to the Olympic year.