Another year has gone sailing by - I don't think I'm being mental in observing that they seem to fly by that much quicker as you get older.
Reading back through some of the posts from this year and reflecting on some of the many experiences I've had it feels like mere minutes since I experienced them all. I can remember where I was when I wrote most of them, why I've picked the words and the phrases and the jokes that I have.
I don't know if 2010 was a particularly iconic year, but I live as an optimist - I plough ahead in the earnest believe that every moment will be better than the previous. I stand on the shoulders of the giant of my past - there's great responsibility there, no?
Anyway - without waffling on, here are my best bits of 2010:
The year started with my obviously now traditional letter to the New Year, but quickly descended into froth-mouthed irritation on the antics at Cadbury and the extreme ponciness of artists.
I was very topical in January, you know. There was also (was that only a year ago?) the joys of David Cameron poster fun.
In the second month of the year the Burnett residence was rocked by revelations of my dad picking crap up off the street and putting it in the kitchen cupboards, expenses was the mot du jour and the wint'ry Olympic rings were on full display.
There was the most catastrophic snow the country has ever seen, and I had a terrible relapse into the pit of self-woe I have termed the 'pre-life crisis'.
The third month of the year saw me beset by a terrible case of writer's block that didn't shift for at least two posts. I also professed my love for NCIS, I went away for a few days and that was all that really happened in March.
In the fourth month of the year we discovered the joys of the live blog. It's like we're all there together when something happens! First it started with a car journey (which was the worst journey EVA), then we progressed onto the heady heights of a general election leaders' debate, which remains the most popular post of the year in terms of people googling Nick Clegg's neck scars.
It was a funny old election, what with the 24-hour news and internet really playing a part for the first time.
The 24-hour-news-watching-twitterising-couch-seated-housebound-pundit phenomenon in April led me to coin a new phrase. Which didn't really catch on. But I always had my election bed sores to fall back on.
The fifth month of the year also saw me reach a new low in part-time job comedianship, I waxed lyrical about my moleskine and mused on ego and conversation. But in a shallow way, don't get excited.
The sixth month of the year saw me turning an outrageous age and involved an incident with a bucket. They don't hold flames well. I also wondered at what point I might actually become a writer.
Overall, though, June was a bit of a dull month.
The seventh month of the year (gosh, we're really munching through 2010, aren't we?) saw me getting hot under the collar about Tescos, watching a documentary about rain (quiet evening) and deciding that the safest thing was probably to never leave the house ever.
I also spent some time wondering why directors think it a virtue, sticking the crap that wasn't good enough for their film on the arse end of a DVD.
The eighth month of a busy year saw me getting upset at silly headlines and also enjoying a brief period of post titles that were also song names. The signs of me getting old were starting to emerge too, and I lamented the lack of funfairs in my life.
Towards the end of the month I worried about pronunciation, and managed my most hilariousest and yet underrated opening line of the entire of 2010. If I do say so myself. I also had a go at the Olympics.
The ninth month of the year was entirely slim pickings with a mere seven posts. Dissertation writing, freelance work getting, job hunting - these things all conspired to juice the creativity right out of me. I did still have time to write about baked potatoes and the pressure to be funny, draft an hilarious letter about the miserable summer and visit the nifty new Supreme Court.
I also decided that the only terrorists in society were us. Now whose bag is this?
In the tenth month of the year the nights were drawing rapidly in, the days were getting colder and I stayed in a dodgy hotel in London for a few days. I also professed much love for the Big Bang Theory and couldn't get worked up over a celebrity death. I also faced down another weatherpocalypse.
In the eleventh month of the year I was forced to go on a horrific rain-lashed walk through a bird sanctuary and couldn't find any virtue in the pastime at all. I lamented the state of blogging (fings ain't wot they used ta be, ya know) and got mighty irritated at a stupid woman on her phone.
I also go on the Tube and do some reading in November, which are both entirely insignificant events, but I liked writing those two posts.
The twelfth month of the year only began about five minutes ago, so it is strange to be choosing posts from this month as highlights of the year, but that's not to say I'm not on top form. Cough. I've been watching penguins, missing some stuff on the telly, waxing lyrical about my stationery and getting upset at the outrageous delays on the trains.
Of course - the crowning glory of my December blogging has to be the Christmas Day live blog. Never in the field of human conflict has so much been written about so little that has happened to so few.
Phew. What a 12 months, eh?
Here's to a magnificent 2011 - happy New Year!
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