End of year lists

Love them, hate them, use them as toilet paper or merely fold them up and jam them under a leg to stop the pub table wobbling. End of year lists.
Now I must admit I do like a good list, shopping lists are always handy, favourite fish puns – love that list, recently added ‘overgill’ to it, brilliant.
Notice how I stopped before that turned into a list eh eh?
ahem.

So of course at the end of the year there was an over stuffed Uncle’s worth of best of this, best of that, best of other lists floating around. Some people weighed in with the comment that best ofs are divisive and aren’t we above all of that now.
Well, ok, so best ofs can be seen as divisive, as as soon as someone puts your favourite underneath their favourite in a top 20 of the year you can take Tunbridge (Wells or otherwise) and fill their comments stream with a river of ‘what? you’re talking shit’ and so forth. As if that is going to matter?
But the purpose of this post is not to rant about the small minded pee stains that fill comment streams with bile (as a rule I don’t read comments, my own internal dialogue is retarded enough as it is thank you). No, the purpose of this post is to thank all of those who put out end of year lists recently.
I have read them.
I have enjoyed them.
More to the point, where someone has listed 20 albums and I have and enjoyed 10 of them, I go looking for the other 10. This has led to me finding and enjoying Airbag’s Greatest Show On Earth and the frankly amazing Sanguine Hum. How it’s taken me this long to catch up with SH I don’t know, however if it hadn’t been for various people’s end of year lists, I’d still be in the dark and frankly I’m enjoying the light, it’s doing wonders for my skin tone.
In summary – Thank you end of year listers and now playingists. Your recommendations are appreciated.
Now on with the contenders for best use of a knitting needle within a violin tuner’s handbag.