For many people, January was more depressing in 2016 than it has ever been.

No alcohol (dry January) a painful wait for pay day, rock stars and DJ’s seemingly dying every day, and a Daily Express weather forecast claiming it would be the coldest winter in sixty years, dragged people down to their lowest ebb.

Of course, the Daily Express winter never materialised (it never does) and the weather was mild, if not a little wet, with a mid-month frost event having us scurrying for our cameras as if though we were witnessing the three feet of snow that fell in New York.

The New York storm did eventually arrive in the UK but by the time it got here, warmed by the Atlantic seas, it carried all the excitement of a Rich Tea biscuit dunked in a decaffeinated cuppa.

Just when everyone thought it was all over and we could look forward to lighter evenings and the prospect of Spring, Terry Wogan passed away, leaving fans of Radio 2 paralysed with grief at the loss of the Godfather of DJ’s.

I was still quite young when Terry was in his pomp so I never really heard him on the radio as I listened to Radio One and my mother listened to Radio Four, generally at level of volume that left ‘Yesterday in Parliament’ and the Shipping Forecast ringing in my ears for hours afterwards.

I can remember the chat show he did called (rather originally) ‘Wogan’ but all I can recollect is one show featuring a drunk George Best saying “I like shagging, Terry” and another when a shell suited David Icke was totally ridiculed, inspiring the The Sun headline, “David Icke, is he off his Bike?”

Then there was the ‘Eurovision Song Contest’ of course, a competition that Terry presented with the kind of sarcastic aplomb that was entertaining enough to extend the BBC’s coverage of this utter farce way beyond its sell by date.

However, perhaps Wogan’s biggest achievement came from remaining off the sex offenders list, despite carrying both the qualifications required…a BBC contract and a Knighthood.

Whilst Operation Yew Tree mopped up his 1970’s peers, the only dubious stain on Terry Wogan came courtesy of the revelation that he charged around £1500 an hour to host ‘Children in Need’. Apparently Terry was in need too.

One of the tributes I saw made me really laugh or LOL as it is now known, and that came from a guy in Staffordshire.

“RIP Terry, one of the greatest living Englishmen”.

Terry was Irish.

Don’t bank on the rest of the year being better with regards to the death of 60’s and 70’s DJ’s and rock stars, as it is no coincidence that they are all getting old at the same time.

Sadly, when people get old, they die, even DJ’s and rock stars; however, at least the nights are getting lighter.

Goodbye.