2008 Review

2008. Pleh. In my head it went: uni, The Summer of Teenage Angst, uni. But looking over my archives it seems a bit more did go on. Particularly memorable bits:

• Watching Katie Melua on a lovely summer’s evening in Devon.
• Playing Guitar Hero and Rock Band.
• Splitting up with Abi.
• Losing my regular dance partner, but meeting another (who’s rather better than me).
• Six weeks of ceroc dancing, despite my inability to talk like a normal person.
• Running a dance evening, which scared the hell out of me.
• Mingling with people way out of my league at a Neil Gaiman signing.
• Trying to revamp myself, a bit (as a result of a naive romantic EPIC FAIL).
• Selling my first photo.
• Completing my Year 25 Project (then crashing out of Year 26).
• Seeing James Randi live in London.
• Seeing a whole brigade of humanist awesomeacity at the Bloomsbury.
• Watching Doctor Who, Studio 60, Strictly, 30 Rock and Battlestar Galactica, as well as WALL-E, Hancock, The Dark Knight, and Juno.
• Staying up all night to watch the US election.
• Reading Atul Gawande’s two fantastic books on medicine, which I never got around to reviewing.
• …and I still think Where the Hell is Matt is the best viral video of the year.

Most of which is quite good, really. 2008 got a solid ‘meh’ before I started typing this, but I’ve now upgraded it to ‘ok’. Lots of room for improvement, though.

Bring on 2009. It’s a much better number than 2008. 2008 is numerologically pants.