What a fantastic year it has been! 

In January we had the immortal quote from our Outraged Reader: “NATIONALIZE THE BASTARD BANKS!’  Of course this was ignored by grown ups with suits in the hope that everyone would forget about the whole thing and, in large part, everyone did.

In February we had the world exclusive on the last letters of Col. Trevelyan Makeshift-Bastion, a similarly exclusive report of Pope Dancing Foxtrot With Celebrity Fascist long before celebrity fascism had even become popular and some assorted ruminations on Ponzi Schemes.

March brought with it wind and rain and disturbing movements on the Hedgeer Hemlien Index, fantastic St. Patrick’s Day frolics, and the news of AIG for Sale.

April was indeed the cruellest month and The Definitive Indefinite Article took to heart the advices of Ludvig Wittgenstein: “Whereof we cannot speak reasonably, we must pass over in silence.”  Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus, 7

May we heralded in in time-honored fashion with a stirring rendition of the Internationale, the introduction of Twiterature and its Spanish language version Twiteratura.

June brought us my own mysterious disappearance, Hedgeer Hemlien acquiring Bigote of Barcelona, Bloomsday, the birth of Twiterary Cwiticism and the  launch of ipuke, the app that makes your phone throw up all over itself at night.

July was a slow month with wi fi in Dublin taxis bringing the death of obscurantist conversation and the French Foreign Legion setting fire to Marseilles.

August saw the end of reader-generated content and the rebranding of AIG as CHARTIS

September was a mixed bag of little note.

October saw  Dublin being the real winner in the Olympic bidding process.

November saw the Definitive Indefinite Article branch out into plagiarism, the Thierry Henry Sportsman of the Year/Decade debacle and its associated vinicultural fallout.

December delivered itself of TD Paul Gogarty shouting “Fuck You” at Emmet Stagg in Dáil Éireann, the continuing decease of Samuel Beckett , The Mire’s Year in Review and (the ultimate, the ne plus pas ultra in self-referentiality) the Definitive Indefinite Article Year in Review.

Here’s to another year of pharmaceutical auto bots misguidedly leaving links trying to sell Celexa to the residents of  St. Loman’s Home for Retired, Decrepit and Indigent Blog Taglines and their Relicts. Now pin your ears back, ignore the bad 70’s clothes and enjoy (email subscribers please do not all visit the site at once or you will crash it):

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The Earnest Reader: Due to overwhelming demand we are continuing our twiterature portal and today expand into, if you will, Twiteratura. 

The Concerned Reader:  Why? Oh why? 

The Earnest Reader: We have received innumerable requests to identify the landscape in our newly-rebranded banner and so here it is: 

En un lugar de la Mancha, de cuyo nombre no quiero acordarme, no ha mucho tiempo que vivía un hidalgo de los de lanza en astillero, adarga a

 El Ingenioso Lector Don Alejandro de Manzanilla:  ¿Pero qué coño es esto? 140 caracteres del Quijote?  ¿Es idiota usted?   

 The Concerned Reader:  What’s he saying?

 The Earnest Reader: He’s congratulating us on our efforts to bring world literature before our readers.

 El Ingenioso Lector Don Alejandro de Manzanilla:  ¡Y para mayor INRI usted se niega a traducir lo que digo! 

 The Concerned Reader:  He sounds kind of angry and concerned.

 The Earnest Reader:  No not at all.  He is still taking inordinate pleasure in Barcelona’s victory over Manchester United on Wednesday.

 El Ingenioso Lector Don Alejandro de Manzanilla:  ¡Que yo soy del Betis!  ¡La madre que le trajo!

 The Earnest Reader: Muchos gracias.  Ahora we musteo close el blog to saveo electricityo.  [Exeunt in darkness]