It’s that point in the festive season where a large chunk of humanity are blundering around like hungover time travellers, grabbing strangers and yelling “What day is it? WHAT YEAR?!?”
Scattered amongst the empty bottles, chocolate trays and rash promises to never EVER drink again, there is much self indulgence and introspection. And I, for one, am not immune to humanity’s naval gazing.
So, here’s a round up of 2011 from Death’s perspective. Think of it as like one of those episodes of ‘Friends’ where they just show footage from previous seasons. Without Chandler’s unnerving yo-yo weight issues.
Weirdly, I made the International Business Times when I was rude about Mick Jagger while a rumour that he’d died swept the interweb.
I made the top spot in a Forbes magazine list! Disappointingly, it was not the Forbes Rich List, but a list entitled ‘The Top 3 Haters of Coldplay’s New Song’.
And one morning, I woke up to this on the Time Magazine website.
Time Magazine? Bwah! Ha! Ha!
The campaign to make Death ‘Time Magazine Demon of the Year 2012’ starts here.
And I got bored and sold the universe on eBay.
My Top Five Tweets According To Favstar
This Blog’s Top Five Posts
The Perfect Social Networking Site
“What Really Happened To The Dinosaurs?”
“How Much Is The Universe Worth?”
Thank you to everyone who has helped make this year mad and lovely and exciting and I’m grateful to every last one of you who takes time out to read my brain vomit. Even the spambots. Any ideas to make next year madder, lovelier and excitinger would be gratefully received.
Farewell to Two Thousand and Bleurgh. Hello to Two Thousand and Meh.
You sir make the internet marginally worth reading. Hope not to have a personal visit this year but if you do come I’ll try to remember to tie up the dog.