2011 was a funny year.

I met Anthony Giddens and he WORE A PUFFA JACKET.

I went to Reykjavík, Barcelona, the Spanish countryside, and Munich.

I delivered a paper at a conference, Anoop Nayak and Mary Jane Kehily were in attendance.

Ryan and I moved into our lush first home together.

I quit my retail job after six years only for the company to give massive bonus’ to all staff three months later.

I got my first drumkit. Eight months later I got my first cowbell.

I became an aunt.

I took a boat out on the broads for the first time in my life. A few months later in an unseasonably warm October, I did it again.

Ryan and I continued our impressive track of not arguing. 

I hired out a working men’s club and organised a vinyl spinning evening of dancing for a dear friend.

I got a fixed-term ‘proper job’ lectureship and stressed my way through three months.

I delivered a lecture while having Norovirus (I had to sit down half way through).

I saw a lot of good shows (Sufjan Stevens and Wild Flag were the standouts)

I ate a lot of good food.

I drank a lot of good beer.