It seems the right time to do something like this as most websites, TV stations and anything strapped for anything worthy to do, compile a list of things in 2008.

Basically, a list of the dead is normally done, big events that happened and best of, I don’t know, dishwishers are all created for you to consume while the lazy broadcasters and writers are still gulping down that 15th bottle of vodka wondering why they are still alive. So with that in mind, let’s take a look back on the year of 2008 from the perspective of Ooh Sometimes.

To put all of it in one post would be criminal as one thing I have learned is that long posts with writing tends to put people off their tea and dog biscuits. So let’s start with January…

January brought a number of things about into the world of wonder, such as the hopes and dreams of the coming year, trying to do great things.

As we all know, this fell on it’s arse later on but that’s getting ahead of ourselves. Some more friends were leaving shropshire for pastures new, The funky Starcraft 2 figure finally arrived in the post after 4 months, which was a massive signal that I needed to get out more.

The first podcast of the new year came out and it was quite something, featuring a load of rubbish as usual, but about trying to be uplifting because at the time everyone was so upset about the state of things all going up in price. Actually that financial downturn theme popped up time and time again in other posts, and recently it has made a re-appearance on these pages, as if it never went away.

I was also up for T**t of the year along with Gordon Brown, and various other political figures over at Wonko’s World. Granted that was by request but hey I wanted to win something for a change. That ambition rather failed.

On the social front there was quite a lot which is always surprising as January along with Febuary are often the most pointless months as nothing happens. That didn’t stop me from posting every so often saying it was a boring week or something, but at the time I had Guitar Hero 3 to keep me going, so all was well.

There was the lady friend’s birthday which we also pondered about art and the cold war on the same day thanks to one of the year’s only good films, Charlie Wilson’s Haircut. A trip up to Manchester to see his royal Glyness occurred where the phrase sexual T-rex was overused to great effect, and I rounded off the month by passing a Microsoft exam about something complicated.

Not too shabby really.