Andrew Burdett presents his review of 2017, from the banks of the Thames at Marlow where it all began. Featuring Brenda from Bristol, Theresa May’s P45, and an ‘Ohhh Jeremy Corbyn’ banner… plus Andrew’s favourite personal moments from the year.
It is unforgivable for newspapers to sensationalise stories, without bothering to check even the most basic of facts.
Whatever age you are, there’s nothing more curious than a speed-limit signpost, only its top still dry. The white painted road-markings, which dive down beneath the water-line, are the subject of many a photograph. For me, though, it’s the impossible image of all of this water, somehow made possible by a complex combination of currents and clouds.
As years go, 2012 was always going to be a hard act to follow. After the Diamond Jubilee celebrations proved that Britain could still put on a good street-party, the Olympic and Paralympic Games...
Phones buzzed. Tablets vibrated. TV channels were interrupted as Twitter timelines exploded. Nelson Mandela, the South African President, has died aged 95.
Regular readers will know of my involvement with the half-termly production of The Stag, my school’s Sixth Form-run newsmagazine, that I – along with my friends Chloe and Jack – reinvented this time last year....
History has been made today. Remember where you were. Remember this forever.
Every Sunday night, around this time, I quietly sit alone and reflect on the week that is ending. The conversations I’ve had, jokes I’ve been told, things I’ve read, videos I’ve seen, radio I’ve listened to. All that kind of thing. Here I share a link to webpage that made me smile.