2010 has been one of those spectacularly complex years that is so full of highs and littered with lows that it’s hard to look back at it without squinting.
It’s difficult to say 2010 without remembering that happy time when our beautiful city was dressed to the nines in flags and the paarp paarp of the vuvuzela was the most glorious sound to wake up to. Our lungs were full of air and our hearts were full of hope. And Sepp Blatter was full of shit.
More unpleasantly, 2010 was also the year of Trevor Noah, Trevor Noah and Trevor Noah. He got his own show, his own cellphone network and his own head stuck up his own ass. Terrifically talented young man. So supple.
I can't look back on the year without patting myself on the back for inventing a word that perfectly describes the likes of Trevor Noah. Cocktonsil! It has freed me of the distress of not being able to verbalise my distaste for him.
2010 was the year of Linkin Park in Berlin. A fantastic week with my fantastic travel buddy, (@spillly), who taught me that Gingers with food allergies master foreign languages with amazing speed. “Nein Sesam. Nein Sesam.” This trip also taught me that I don’t love winter as much as I thought, I can defend myself against 13 year old Moshers and that I’m not really that funny in German.
2010 was the year of my Twitter addiction. What a revelation. Antisocial networkers seem to have the perception that Twitter is a refuge for the sad and lonely with no lives. Yes, there are many of those on my timeline, but I have experienced it as a portal for some of the brightest, most engaging, funniest and deliciously depraved people that I was never likely to meet. #IHeartTwitter
This year has brought many new friends and has seen the exit of some old ones. It has been a year of valuable lessons; some of which I am self-aware enough to learn from and some of which I am self-destructive enough to repeat.
2010 has been a year of frustration and disappointment. But it has also been a year of irreverence and fun, growth and confidence. It’s had pockets of sadness but a profusion of happiness.
I can honestly say that I have no idea what 2011 will bring, and I’m kinda glad. I look forward to more. Much more.
