I don't know if it's exactly today but near enough. I managed to survive a few Clarkies early doors and kinda hung about.
A lot has happened in this year.
Trump became the most powerful manchild in the world. We now stand on the edge of a war perhaps.
Phil Collins died again. Hope much more can this man endure?
Brexit continues to evade understanding.
The Tories make an arse of an election plan to achieve a landslide.
We saw terrible terrorist attacks, the worst on children.
A fire engulfs a tower block. Negligence beyond belief. Our firefighters risk their lives to save people and are worthy of the love and respect of the nation. Not worthy of a pay rise though it seems from the gov. Just praise.
On a brighter note
I perfected chilli.
My team won our pub league.
And this year. :)
City look good for the title to me and I now find myself looking for their score, or putting my life in danger with the missus by watching even more games when they are on.
I had an article published and paid for it. I mean I was paid, don't want you thinking I paid. :)
I have enjoyed the year on this site and many good debates. I have made a **** of myself a few times, mostly under the influence, but no excuse, mainly I have tried to be honest.
Anyway, who the fuck is in charge of birthday boy cakes?