It's time for the second annual Review of the Year. Just for shits and giggles.

January 2005

Year starts at home, in a vomiting druken stylie. A poor showing, but i still managed to go to the football on New Years Day despite spending most of the previous night, sat on my bedroom floor trying not to die.

I venture up to Scouser land for the second time in 3 months to watch Charlton thrash Everton 1-0. Much jubilation on the 6 hour coach journey home."Hey Scouse, you've got my roof on your house"

February 2005

Hair seems to confuse me, as does why I choose to do fecking ICT for fecking AS level.

I get shodingly bored.

March 2005

NEWWWWWWWWWWW YORRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!! My new favourite place in the world. I wanna go back. I wanna take people there. I'd live there if Charlton came with me.

Ketchup?

Love affair with Muse starts in Room 302 of The Edison Hotel, New York, NY. Changed me for good.

Higher Ed Conference. Wow. I came home with a token prospectus. Then went to Pizza Hut with some people who I really didn't actually know, or know now. Got Pizza though, so it didn't matter.

April 2005

Scout trip to Thorpe Park. Yummy.

Away trip to Norwich, get Matthais Svenssons's autograph, saw him score the last minute winner. Penissy.

Decide to sort out some hours to be changed at work, so i started at 6am and finished at 12 pm one Sunday. All just to go and see Charlton get tonked 4-0 by Man Yoo. Curses.

May 2005

Mr. Naismith and his bunch of hockey "penis jockey" types fail at the final of the nationals, with Peter Knobson missing a last minute penalty. Tears of joy, I think not, from Naismith.

Sha la la la la la la la WE SENT THE PALARSE DOWN!!

Exams. Cromwell Juice.

June 2005

Sturdy Leaf. Just reading through that month's bloggage- I had a fucking great time. Trips here and there, bowling, Star Wars, Wimpey, Father Ted. Even when Exams were included it was great. Well done me.

Twenty20 Cricket. Go on Joyceeeee.

Richard Whitely dies. Countdown is now shit.

July 2005

Live 8. Good concert, despite the annoying videos of hungry Africans in the middle of it. (too soon?)

We win the Olympics. Bring it on!!

We get bombed a tiny little bit. Twice-ish. You're gonna have to try harder than that you dirty non-muslims.

Working the trollies. Easy money.

Menorca. "Calm down, calm down." Heat stroke aswell.

August 2005

Tolmers. The woman who wouldn't leave. Sweet.

Exam results. Encouragingly sweet.

Found some hidden breastage on the computer. Tut to the Jethro.

Canada. Toronto to be precise. Mini New York. Sweet.

Birthday. Sweet 17 or something like that.

Charlton win a lot of football matches. It hasn't lasted.

September 2005

Upper Sixth Starts.

Tickets to Jimmy Carr purchased. Oh, I was so innocent at the time, hoping for a jolly night out.

October 2005

We pissed all over Chelsea at Satmpford Birdge.

Went on Scout trip to Alton Towers. Immense.

November 2005

Bliss. Gary. Laughable. Other certain stories in the magazine where also very funny. "accidently showed a tuft of pubic hair out the side of my bikini" "my finger wont fit up there" etc.

Jimmy Carr at Hammersmith, really funny. Nazis at Charring Cross. Not quite the same effect.

December 2005

Christmas, and the shopping that came beforehand. Which took me all the way to Bluewater, including an almost overnight stay in bloody Sidcup station on the way home.

Charlton still shit. As was New Years Eve.

So, a turbulent year, with highs and lows, and middles. Hope 2006 sees you all well.