Like Judy Garland (without the amphetamines and Liza Minnelli)

Apparently, 2007 is the Chinese year of the Pig... however it is also the Andrew year of the blog, and this is, indeed, it. This will chronicle the excruciating minutiae and comedy incidents of 2007.

So... 2007 was begun for me in Ashton Lane rubbing shoulders with BBC-types and middle aged Westenders, we were the youngest people there by a good two decades... It was really quite upsetting to be IDed before going into the Loft, quite why anyone under 18 would think Ashton Lane is the best bet for underaged drinking on Hogmanay, I don't know. The remainder of the night was spent at Claire's, who managed successfully to handle a 'Window blowing into the house' incident. All in all the ridiculous amount of time I spent sewing on 20,000 red sequins to my shoes was worth it... there was only minor sequin lossage throughout the night. Sadly tapping them together and saying 'There's no place like home' did not magically transport us through the gales and rain from Ashton Lane to the 'Dale.

FYI, Carrie and my song of 2007 is: The Monkees - Daydream Believer

Aims and objectives 2007

1. Start a blog = Done
2. Go to Brighton/Ukraine
3. Pass my driving test
4. Get a car (this is really quite dependent on objective 3)
5. Get a piercing (probably my belly button)
6. Get a tattoo (a good one, this is currently my main problem as most tattoos appear to be pure awful)
7. Enter a road race
8. Learn to juggle
9. Become a YouTube overnight sensation
10. Go to see the Flaming Lips (really this is dependent on the Flaming Lips coming to Glasgow/Scotland)
11. Go to all 12 hours of 12 hour Cheeeesy Pop

And that, I feel, is enough to be getting on with for the moment.