……earthquakes in New Zealand and Japan. Nuclear reactor meltdowns; phone hacking scandals in the tabloids & the demise of the News of the World. Revolt in Egypt; the super-injunction foiled by a loose lipped MP in Parliament & the power of the tweet (#giggsymassive hairylovecheat).
I danced for my supper at a festival and one of my freinds sat in a tree for 4 days in protest (not at my dancing though). He got a free KitKat & tried (and failed) to shit in a carrier bag and they still cut the tree down anyway.
The year of a hot summer night, nothing on the telly and young ‘uns with nothing better to do than burn down Greggs & loot Poundlound for sweets & Footlocker for sneakers.
images courtesy of some very funny people on the Tinterweb
Clearly the hot summer night excuse didn’t hold true on Boxing Day for 18 year old Seydou Diarrassouba. The lad may or may not have been in a gang but seriously? Stabbing another human being to death in a fight over sneakers? WTF?
McFly attempted World domination via the medium of the reality TV show. Next year maybe Tom McFly (the one with the strange square face) will win The Great British Bake-Off or something.
We lost, but did not mourn, Bin Laden & Gadaffi. Sadly we also lost, but did mourn:- Kim Il Jong, Jayne Russell, Bubba ‘Hightower’ Smith, Heavy D, Liz Taylor, Ryan ‘Jackass’ Dunn, Peter Falk, Pete Postlethwaite, Amy Winehouse, Steve Jobbs, Jimmy Saville and Yvette ’50 ft Woman’ Vickers was found mummified in her own house, possibly having been there undiscovered and unmissed for almost a year (it’s the way I’ll probably go to be fair).
A musical tribute to all those must come from the also deceased Nate Dog with one of my favourite songs from the 90’s – everybody singalong with the Michael McDonald part, “I keep forgetting we’re not in love anymore”
There was also of course, a mahoosive wedding which stopped the nation in it’s tracks and was the cause of posh frocks & hats, much drunkeness, partying & hangovers from hell:
Oh and some skinny bird married some balding bloke.
I hope that 2012 will be a good and successful one and that Britain will actually win some medals at the Olympics, (which I will be nowhere near because I envisage that the London Transport System will be at meltdown throughout July). I hope my Zumba pays off and I can wear clothes which don’t leave a red line around my body. I hope my family remain healthy & happy and my friends remain fabulous; and I look forward immensely to the safe arrival of this little lady in April:
Aunty DHW AKA the Anti-Aunty. Be afraid…