Happy New Year to you all out there in the middle of this rather cold winter. Minus two it was at 9am this morning as I was meandering my way to work (Don’t get me started on the fact I was in work today, admittedly I got a lot done, didn’t have a hangover and did earn about £80 for 7 hours work).

Had to make sure I didn’t drink too much last night (we had a very nice gathering around here with family, Chili, Nellie, Mellington and a couple of the bunnies whilst playing on the Guitar Hero World Tour for the Wii. I was singing and didn’t do too bad at all (although Chili refuses to let me sing Paramore’s Misery Business). Was nice to cuddle up to Chili in bed after, all cold and stuff.!

I was going to do a quick review of the year, but aside from finally getting together with the beautiful and darling Chili and spending most of the year with her beside me, I haven’t done too much at all. Had a nice time in Dartmouth on holiday, met some new people, watched Line from work show me and Chili up after a night out by turning up for a shift without a hangover despite several pints of beer and shots.! Oh and of course we all saw The Ham winning the F1 world championship and making us all proud. Oh and SEAT pulled out of the BTCC, which is sad but should create more interest for the coming season.

I have been having a few problems trying to decide on my song of the year so I might have to leave this hanging while I try and remind myself of some of the rather lacklustre songs that have occured over the past twelve months.

There has to be a point of badness to the moment that is now though… and here it comes…

Today is the fifth anniversary of Chris “Fat Cunt” Moyles taking over the Breakfast Show on Radio One. Apart from the fact he displaced the irritating and pointless Sarah Cox, I still hate him with the same bile and gnashing of teeth that I always have but today it reached a new level. I have been stuck in a stockroom with Radio One on all day… and that means today, for 7 hours, I have been subjected to the “best bits” of the fucking Moyles breakfast show. SEVEN HOURS.!!!

I laughed once. Just once after three hours and fifteen minutes. I fail to remember what it was. Oh well. But now my hatred is a hundred times stronger I feel I can justify murdering the arrogant tosspot and actually getting away with the “I am providing a useful community service” defence at the trial.

Oh well, only 358 days until Christmas.!

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