It’s the festive season, and another year of my column has passed by.
So I thought I’d celebrate all of 2013’s gripes in the form of a classic carol – the Twelve Moans of Christmas. Sing along if you know the tune!
In the first month of ’13 Sunny Nunney moaned to me about the standard of children’s TV... in the second month of ’13 Sunny Nunney moaned about people who don’t indicate at roundabouts in the cold weather and an album from David Bowie... in the third month of ’13 Sunny Nunney moaned to me about how it was still so cold it was soup for tea.
Bringing back any memories? The winter didn’t end!
In the fourth month of ’13, Sunny Nunney moaned to me about the Brits abroad in sunny Turkey... the fifth and six months of ’13 the moaning came in threes – Matt Smith was leaving, Rihanna was heaving and a baby’s naming ceremony.
I could make a career out of this! Maybe the 2014 X Factor winner’s song could be penned by my very hand.
The seventh month of ’13, Sunny Nunney was smiley about Andy Murray’s victory... in the eighth month and ninth month Sunny Nunney moaned to me about Prince George’s arrival, a car tyre exploding and footballers earning too much money.
The 10th and 11th months of ’13 and Sunny Nunney moaned to me about the new car’s computer, the X Factor’s cruelty, and the hare and the bear threatening to destroy all reality.
In the 12th month of ’13, Sunny Nunney moaned to me about having no time to write anything but rhymes, for the Boxing Day edition of the NT!
In all seriousness thank you for reading the column over the past 12 months.
I hope you’ve had a great festive season so far and the rest is just as good.
I’ll see you in – can you believe it – 2014!