The other day, the Queen stopped me in the street. "How do," I said.
Her Highness replied by asking me if I was doing my albums of the year list like wot I done in previous years.
"Why yes, your Madge," I replied. "It'll probably be a bit briefer than in previous years, but it will still be packed full of juicy choons and block-rocking beats."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," replied the Queen. And just before she scooted off on her skateboard, she awarded me five MBEs, two knighthoods, a damehood, a cycling proficiency certificate, seven magic beans, and a conker.
"Is that conker a 100er?" I asked.
"Totes," said the Queen as she grinded the railings outside Asda followed by a mad 780 flip. "It's, like, totally a 100er, honestly I didn't even put it in the oven or nuffink."
My 2017 albums of the year will appear on my blog throughout new year's eve. Stay tuned.