Today will most likely see the worldwide number of bloggers swell dramatically. A whole mess of folk, enthused by the bold, daunting challenge of #oneaday will be adding their distinctiveness to the Borg-like collective that is the blogosphere.

And I can tell you what most of them will be posting about today. They’ll be giving their musings on the numerological significance (or lack thereof) of today’s date. They’ll be listing their favourite songs, bands, TV shows, movies, books, plays, games, takeaways and media events involving serial murder of the previous year, and their hopes for the year to come.

There’ll be moans and cheers over the quality of Christmas telly, lists of New Year’s resolutions, and of course a bunch fretting that they don’t know what to put in their very first #oneaday post, and wondering if they’ll make it past the first week.

There might even be a few who write about David Cameron closing 60% of Sure Start centres, despite promising to maintain Sure Start funding during the election campaign.

Anyway, I feel pretty sure I’ll be the only one today posting about Ninja Warrior.

You see, when I decided to do this one a day thing, I figured I’d do it between here, my politics blog and my music blog. If I had nothing specific to talk about, I’d surely be able to find something in the media or entertainment I’d consumed in the day to fill a couple of paragraphs.

So it turns out the only media I’ve consumed today is about five episodes of Ninja Warrior, which is a Japanese sports entertainment programme. It’s kind of along the lines of Total Wipeout, but fucking hardcore. It’s compelling viewing. Most of the contestants, particularly the successful ones, are proper athletes. Fuck, there was this one guy, a firefighter, who I swear to god looked just like Bruce Lee on the Enter the Dragon poster. Channel One (formerly Virgin One) are showing it at the minute, and I fully advise you to tune in.

Thing is, the First of January, while it has a certain basic resonance with ideas of renewal and rebirth, is a fucking stupid time to try and start things as you mean to go on. Most people are tired, even hung over from the night before. The last thing you want to do is read more books or start eating healthy. The only resolutions which don’t seem more than a little foolhardy are abstention from alcohol, and eating more leftover pizza.

So how about next year we start the resolutions on the second. What difference does a day make anyway? You’ll still have your new personal hygiene routine in place long before anyone’s financial circumstances have improved to the point that there’ll be public gatherings again, and it’ll give you a chance to get to the bookshop to pick up the works of Wilde after the bank holiday.

Let’s just have a day, just one day, where it’s OK to watch Ninja Warrior without feeling like you’ve fucked up the rest of the year already.