You may recall in December 2014, there was some discussion of a “real” Christmas tree. Well, that saga had one more element to deliver:

Okay, but… why?

Worship is so very much not the word.

Okay, some respect restored.

It’s a sort of recurring joke in this house that if Karen asks me what I want for dinner, I will say enchiladas. It’s possible that this tweet signifies the origin of all that – the first enchiladas that she cooked me, the ones that established it as the most desirable of dinners.

Hey guess how many likes and retweets the joke got? Yep, that’s right. Absolutely fuck all.

Maisy’s love of television was a never-ending source of amusement to me.

In case you needed more evidence of my skill at identifying actors. Hmmmm, I’m starting to wonder if this skill isn’t as impressive as I thought it was.

Firstly: hangovers! Been a while since I’ve had one of those. Secondly: I must admit that I kinda miss how Maisy used to walk on top of me when I was in bed. I’d usually sleep on my side, and she’d then sleep on my hip. Awwwww.

Didn’t take long.

In case you haven’t figured it out yet, this was in response to the famous dress photo that was posted in 2015, where some people saw it as black and blue, and others as white and gold. Yeah, you’re glad I reminded you of that, aren’t you? You’re welcome.

This got two likes! A very uncommon achievement for me, at the time.

No likes for this one though, I guess this level of humour is too complex for some.

I thought it worth including a couple of photos of some homebrew happening, which I alluded to in a previous instalment.

The enchilada love continues.

And here’s the conclusion of the homebrew.

I imagine that this could be averted if you had a really good Lego storage system that allowed you to partition pieces by size and colour.

My propensity for wearing jeans long after I should really have consigned them to the bin continues.

My criteria for including tweets in this blog series are diverse. Sometimes they get in because they’re particularly funny. Sometimes because they capture a moment of the zeitgeist. And sometimes just because they just sit together nicely and create a rudimentary narrative arc, of a holiday in Budapest. Or a work trip to Madrid (settle in, this is a long one):

(Note that this tweet was posted at 4:36am)

(It’s still only 5:27am)

The following morning…

Yeah but I spent all of Wednesday hungover…

I suppose I could have left some of those out, but this is one of those rare occasions where I’ve tweeted prolifically in a very short space of time, so it felt like it was worth retaining for posterity.

“Unattended items may be removed, destroyed, incinerated, spurned, intimated, patronised, and sent to boarding school, without warning.”

Ah yes, from back when I used to have day-of-the-week socks.

If Bernard’s tent needed drying out after we got back from camping, we’d put it up in the back garden. Maisy’s reaction: “for me? Thanks!”

I went through a bit of a phase of using wireless on stage. It works well on large stages, where I can wander about a bit, and is useful during sound check for going out front to hear how the band sound, but it comes with its drawbacks too, so I haven’t used it for a while.

Ended up losing interest at 861.

Our first narrowboat holiday, on the Grand Union Canal. I was fairly prolific during this one too, with copious updates, including these:

I should hasten to add that it was many decades ago that Craig used to do this, and I imagine that he would not condone such behaviour today.

Later refined to “The Gammidgy Gambit”. I still use this term to this day.

Just a reminder that we’ve spent the last seven years getting excited about the imminent demise of the Conservative party.

All birds are bastards.

When I wrote this, I think perhaps I anticipated that this might become a regular thing. It did not.

At some point I started shaving with a double-edged safety razor. Within a short space of time I accumulated a colossal stash of shaving soaps, probably enough to last me the rest of my life.

The “never refuse a mint” policy was a piece of wisdom imparted to me from my dad.

The mind boggles.

October had quite a few tweets about the evolution of my pedalboard.

Karen and I used to play a bit of squash on Saturday mornings, back when Bernard was doing karate.

I’m not sure if they were as impressed as I’d been hoping they’d be. The dozen tweets that follow this one are all quotes from the show, lifted verbatim, and they’re all superb. I’m not going to repost them here, just like I’m not going to repost all the various quotes from the episodes of Game Of Thrones that we were watching during the year.

Maisy got super-weird in her later years, and I loved every moment of it.

Or isn’t it?

Gasp! Neko Atsume! Anyone remember that? Many tweets followed while I was playing this game, including:

Into the last few days of the year…

This cheap shot at gaining some retweets was deservedly completely ignored by the world.

Ah, I guess this was the era where we were introducing Bernard to Star Wars in anticipation of going to see The Force Awakens. This particular line jumped out at me as being hideously awkward in its forced Yodaness.

And this brings 2015 to an end. Thanks for sharing it with me!