According to a survey conducted by Sky Broadband, today is the poorest day of the year for us Brits. What is it with Sky? They’re always poised and ready to remind us just how dreadfully gloomy January is – remember the story they issued back in 2005 as part of the Sky Travel publicity campaign, where British psychologist Cliff Arnall created a scientific formula to explain why the third Monday in January is the most depressing day in the year – now known as ‘Blue Monday’.

I’ve only just got over last Monday, now to be told that I’m skint as well as depressed?!

I’ve looked into this a little further and discovered another five (un-scientific) reasons to why we should hate January:

1. Detox/diet – nothing but faddy diets and detox regimes, when let’s be honest all we really want is sausage & mash and a mega bar of Galaxy chocolate
2. Celeb workout – Davina’s doing it, Coleen’s done it, even Hannah Waterman’s got one – is no-one safe from the invasion of spandex clad c-class celebs?
3. January sales – at no other point in the year would you consider that item to be a good, well-thought out purchase
4. 6 week month – we’ve been eating nothing but own brand baked beans on toast for the past three weeks
5. Vogue – the fashion pages are filled to the brim with bronzed models sashaying round in SS’10 collections, yet it’s only +2° outside

For those of us who squirmed with delight as Meryl Streep mimicked the ‘Don’ of everything ‘fashion’ in The Devil Wears Prada, then thrice click your Jimmy Choos because we’re in for an even bigger treat. In exactly three weeks we’re to be granted access into the exclusive world of the woman herself, as the eagerly awaited September Issue launches in cinemas nationwide.

The much anticipated documentary, directed and produced by R.J Cutler, tells the story of legendary Vogue editor-in-chief Anna Wintour and her team of minions as they go about creating the September 2007 issue of American Vogue. Why September you may be asking yourself? Well, September is the January of fashion darling and Vogue is the Holy Grail. This particular issue was no exception (it weighed nearly half a stone and was the single largest issue of a magazine ever published and reached over 13 million people worldwide.)

British born Anna Wintour is the pinnacle of cool, she’s extremely decisive and fashion designers practically bow at her feet (well actually they’re terrified of her, if she doesn’t like your designs, you’re screwed, as her opinion is the only one that matters.)

For someone who has subscribed to Vogue for 7 years (can’t afford a thing in it) and read Wintour’s unauthorised biography twice (she certainly gets around) I have, like many young fashion conscious women, become a tinsey bit obsessed with Wintour and for a couple of hours next month, this movie will allow me to see the real woman hiding behind that trademark bob and oversized sunglasses. I can’t wait!