The Review of The Year 2011

Ok!! Come on! Come on, come on! Isn’t it time we had a Review Of The Year 2011?

Yes it is!!!!!

Here is is….

The stats - three hundred and sixty five posts! They (me) said it couldn’t be done, it was did!

A 12.3 per cent increase on 2010!!

More posts for your bucks…. But wait…..

Comments!!

Lots! 898!!!

That’s a, oh ……… 26.27 decrease on the previous year!

Oh dear – Bitsnbobs (the blog with hiccups) is loosing relevance.

Probably because I’m anti 3D film, anti Twitter, anti Facebook and anti anti.

I must try harder.

Last year, nonetheless, saw some innovation.

An occasional Thought Of The Day- became a regular Sunday Service; each week he and I nattered about this and that, sometimes dissected a film and generally went round in circles in a vaguely philosophical way.

In February the previous year’s word experiment was reversed, in March we had a month dedicated to rain and in June we had an extensive self-portrait which among other things gave you a chance to meet my legs.

In August things got pretty weird - the lunatic took over the asylum - and then in September we had the spectacularly underrated innovation of ON/OFF month and we met Leah a nine-year old promiscuous genius for the first and maybe only time.

And in December we had a Musical Christmas Advent Calendar™ the full play list of which will appear on this blog, I think, tomorrow. er. here

In between all that?

Posts of cutting edge hesitancy and introspection?

Maybe.

However, there were a few fillers – like this one.

It sort of slipped by but Bitsnbobs celebrated its 1000th post, sort of.

Mary, a long-suffering regular commentator, contributor and inspiration of this blog claimed contentiously that the Post of the Year was this one.

Could be, but I liked this combination of nudity and my niece.

I learnt a bit about women.

There was an insight into the painful Bitsnbobs creative process, with more nudity!

And the slightly neglected advice-for-parents-of-teenage-children feature (a public service offered freely), was invigorated with this tale of love and destruction.

There was a puzzle to solve (no one did) and a rather poetic, I thought, double-cherry post.

Double-Cherry post one.
Double-cherry post two.

Financial advice.

And something about the Windscreen Wipers of Mulholland Drive.

Which only leaves the Quiz of the Year.