That Day We reach the time when I assess how well I predicted the ups and downs of the year and look forward to the next. Here we go again:
Lab/Lib coalition in the UK by the end of the year.
No, in a very real, profound sense of being wrong. If anything the Con/Lib coalition has become stronger, even to the point that a figure like Sarah Teather's had enough of it. No marks.
Paul McGann in Doctor Who's 50th Anniversary television special.
Paul McGann in the prequel to Doctor Who's 50th Anniversary television special. As with the Sugababes last year, this was the joke entry which turned out to be sort of true and actually true since Paul McGann was in The Day of the Doctor albeit, oddly, in archive footage. So one mark. N'yer.
BBC announces new complete works of Shakespeare.
Nooo and indeed I think there was even less televised theatre on the BBC this year than last which is saying something. No marks.
Andrew Stanton hired to direct Star Wars. Aaron Sorkin works on script in some capacity.
JJ Abrams hired to direct Star Wars. Probably writing most of the script too. Stanton's directing Finding Dory, the Nemo sequel and Sorkin's making good use of his time on The Newsroom. No marks.
Liverpool artist wins Turner Prize.
French artist wins Turner Prize. No marks.
One out of five this year and only because I was somewhat loose with my interpretations. Seems fitting that it's the Doctor Who one which turned up trumps though.
Right then, for next year let's see if I can be even more specific.
A Lovefilm app launches on the Roku 3.
The Mutya Keisha Siobhan album is finally released.
Stella Creasy is promoted.
Moffat announces he's leaving at the end of the next series of Doctor Who. Gatiss takes over.
Time is a Great Dealer.
Well ish. The last one is from a postcard on my wall and essentially all I'm asking is for next year to be profoundly brilliant. The rest is about me daring fate to be wrong. Or putting the jinx on some people. Either all.