Ho fucking ho.... The year in review

Apologies for the dearth of updates recently we’ve had less successful posts than a Royal Mail delivery depot, but the Christmas round of works party (drunken JD-fuelled frenzy), the resulting day-long hangover (harsh skull throb) and the sheer gritted-teeth tedium of wading through all that Christmas pre-prep bollox has left little time for more serious, trivial or indeed rewarding work.

Anyway when we started doing this old shit, way back in February (although that seems like several lifetimes ago too), part of the reason was we knew we were in for a veritable bumper year-long festival of sport: the Euros, the Olympics, Formula One, pre-Ashes fever, it promised so much ...and we’ve managed to deliver so little

The fact that we haven’t managed to scratch our proverbial arse enough to actually knock out some stuff on half of it is neither here nor there... It has indeed been an epic old year and our personal highlights - in no particular order - include:

• Hoy’s triple gold triumph


• Stress free Euros, a pleasure to watch with England not appearing


• Lewis Hamilton storming to erm fifth to win the Drivers’ championship;


• The arrival of Senor Fabio, England winning 4-1 in Croatia and quite possibly
turning a corner.

• Cricket: shit results but the return of the Fred and Stuart Broad’s emergence.


• Murray's run, then the epic evening-long Nadal v Federer final


• Rebecca Adlington’s storming swim(s)


• Jimmy Page playing ‘Whole Lotta Love’ at the Olympics handover... a small but hopefully significant portent for 2012....
  

We’ll probably be doing toss all over Christmas probably except eating like a Trojan, watching crap telly, playing video games and drinking and farting a lot.

Still you never know there might be a few updates if our spleen is sufficiently riled or our alcohol level drops dangerously low.

So, in case there’s not, ho fucking ho from all at the Spurt, ‘tis the season to be pissed after all.

We hope you will be too, see you back in Jan.