That was the year that was

2013. It was quite, year-y, wasn’t it?

Now that it’s about to breathe it’s last before a squawking, fresh-faced 2014 shows up, I thought a spot of in-depth news analysis might be in order.

Sadly, it rapidly became apparent that I’m definitely not the right man for that job – you’ve seen my previous columns, right? Precisely.

So, whilst you gamely attempt to polish off your third carton of Quality Street since Christmas day, and Gran slips slowly into a port-fuelled dream world where Michael Ball is always number 1, here’s my view on some of the year’s more baffling (for me, at least) news stories.

January: An ex pub landlord from West Yorkshire becomes the first person in the UK to receive a hand transplant. I’m sure that was dead handy. Literally. At least now he can stick two fingers up at Lancashire.

February: The UK loses it’s AAA rating. Me too - Funny how you never seem to have the right size of battery when you need some, isn’t it?

March: 62 people are arrested in Nuneaton following ‘civil unrest’ ahead of some Footballerist game. Seems a bit harsh; I get quite grumpy when I haven’t had any food too.

April: 17 year old Paris Brown steps down from the role of Youth Police Crime Commissioner after just six days, following controversy over twitter comments. #LOL #fail #sarcasm

May: UKIP leader Nigel Farage is heckled in Edinburgh. Not really news, as he’s heckled everywhere, but maybe journalists were surprised because he was in a foreign country.

June: Two Peers are suspended. I though all peers were suspended – usually between legs, to stop them falling into the sea. Apparently, they were undertaking parliamentary work for payment. Can I have some candy floss now, please?

July: Andy Murray won Wimbledon, which I imagine really shocked The Wombles, as they’d always assumed the land was rightfully theirs.

August: The world’s first lab grown burger is produced in London, and a fifteen ton ‘fatberg’ appears in the sewers. Must have been a ‘value’ range one, then.

September: Chessington World of Adventure bans animal print clothing, saying it confuses the animals. Two things: 1) Who is still wearing animal print clothing? 2) Where ‘s their sense of Adventure?

October: Peter Higgs receives the Nobel Prize in Physics for his theory on bosons. Why did they give him a prize for that? Everyone knows they’re in charge of stuff on boats, don’t they?

November: Grace Jones, the last person to be born in the 1800s, dies at the age of 113. It was probably that hula-hooping whilst singing ‘Slave To The Rhythm’ in front of the Royals.

December: A scruffy looking, balding, resident of a coastal village in Cumbria is arrested, on charges of crimes against proper journalism. Pleading laziness, he’s bailed, which is odd, as he isn’t the slightest bit interested in cricket.

Happy New Year – May all your headlines in 2014 be the nice ones before the weather lady.

This post first appeared as my "Thank grumpy it's Friday" column in the North West Evening Mail on the 27th of December 2013. You can read the edited version used by the paper on their website here, where it was retitled "My take on the year's stories", which it literally quite literal.

45 words didn't make the cut, including the opening line and all of the 'Quality Street/Gran/Michael Ball' section. Having received the printed version today (thanks, speedy postie!) the short, monthly, paragraphs took up more column space, hence the trims.

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