I'm stealing this meme from Crystal -- the first sentence of the first post of each month in 2006:
I cannot stop laughing at the picture of this kid. Have I ever told you how much I love my job? I'm a food and drink guy -- drink especially. Here's an insight into the genius of the child bride that I only just cottoned to last night: Seemingly at random, Rachel will posit the "When You're Famous" scenario, in which she makes me promise not to run off with one of the thousands of beautiful young women who will throw themselves at me when I finally stop failing in life. It's a holiday in Britain isn't it? It's a day or two late, but my latest column is out. It's been an exhausting week and things only look to become more trying, but, you know, cliché about the complexities of life and how it's all worth it goes here. Sometimes the Welsh language makes me feel like I've been playing that game where you try to hold your head underwater longer than all the other kids. Sneaveweedle was in his room, packing his things, when Bentley brought him the phone. Well, I've managed through my first week of university. Radio Wales' "Eye on Wales" programme came to the house to interview me Wednesday. My apologies for not joining the group of bloggers that met Saturday in London.
Cripes, they taught me in Journalism 101 not to start a sentence with "it" or a variant, but I did it three months in a row.