Save the cheerleader, save 2007

Some end-of-year traditions that date back to Times Of Yore: fighting through the intrusive holiday section in the middle of the Christmas Radio Times to find out what’s on telly on Boxing Day; contemplating brandy butter on toast; completely losing grasp of one’s finances; and, most importantly, trying to work out the best stuff from the last twelve months.

So here’s my pick of 2007:

Zodiac, Control and The Assassination Of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford were amazing. Big disappointmets of the year were The Simpsons Movie, Spidey 3 and The Golden Compass. I didn’t even bother with Pirates Of The Caribbean: It Still Hasn’t Ended, and I wish I hadn’t bothered with Atonement. It was a particularly good year for rough-around-the-edges films that may not have been perfect, but were at least making an effort - Sunshine, The Science Of Sleep, Two Days In Paris. Plus who could resist Rocky Balboa?

Of the few full albums I got this year, LCD Soundsystem’s Sounds Of Silver and Foo Fighter’s Echoes, Silence, Patience & Grace were probably my faves. Robyn’s album defined 2007 pop music (and will no doubt be followed by lots of similar but inferior acts being signed), and there’s a lot to be said for Kate Nash. Best track of the year came out of the blue: Franz Ferdinand’s cover of LCD Soundsystems’s All My Friends is just awesome.

The thing that has been taking up most of my waking hours this year is Facebook. Or more specifically, Scrabulous. An entire day was ruined due to the frustration of having the letters ALIGATO and there not being an R on the board.

Dr Who went from genius pulp TV (Blink) to overblown religious alegory (the series finale), Big Brother finally jumped the reality TV shark, and Heroes was just downright awesome. There’s still nothing to fill the Buffy or Friends voids, but at least 2008 promises to deliever some new Futurama.

I’ve been sans console for most of the year, so can’t really comment on anything other than the brilliant Ghost Recon 2 - the ideal game for those of us who like to pretend we’re Barry Pepper in Saving Private Ryan. Recently picked up an N64 - there’s still a lot of fun to be had with old school gems like MarioKart, Goldeneye and Worms Armageddon. And is anyone else sick of the patronising ploys to entice more girls into gaming? It’s all fluffy kittens, ponies, plinky-plonky music and Nicole flipping Kidman.—

Designers holding up posters
. Just stick them on a wall will you?