Oh by crikey I'm shockin' tired so I am. Serves me right, says 5X to me leaving work last night, "pints so" and so to the pints we went. And went. And went again.
Nah, I took myself off only after a few, but it was the culmination of quite the New Years. It was spent in Lucan and stellar craic was had with the Trousers and Emma and Aaron and Jill and sundries. We put a fair dint in over 130 bottles of Miller, Warsteiner and Stella, not to mention some green or blue cack. And champagne.
There were plenty of sore heads around, I don’t mind tellin’ ye, but we drowned them out on New Year’s Day as Chelsea trumped us. Again. Through Joe Cole. Again. What a nippy little bastard that lad is.
Christmas itself was Christmas, plenty of food and family and fights. Can't go wrong. Honourable mention to the matriarch, who I recently found out has been reading up on my misdemeanours. Don't worry mother, I, ahem, make most of it up.
And so to follow the lads' respective leads and give my best of the year 2004.
Best hootenanny: The 27 pubs of Dingle, July.
Honourable mention: Brain Day. August 13th/14th.
Hero of the year: 5X, for surviving the flat they called Wonderland.
Honourable mention: Dave Maher, for flying the coup and loving it.
Villain of the year: M*****a W****e. The worst person I have ever met.
Honourable mention: The cat.
Film of the year: Before Sunset.
Honourable mention: The Bourne Supremacy.
Best football moments: Liverpool 3-1 Olympiakos, Stevie stays in the summer.
Worst football moment: Though I didn't know it at the time, signing Josemi.
And the year was notable for: Deaths, break-ups, more break-ups, Stella, Ryans, Villager, Dingle, the train to Kerry, only puking once, scotch for breakfast, Dave's exit, 5X joins Setanta, Cowzer's use of textbook and, of course, 30 Foxborough Court (despite Johnny's best efforts).