Following on from Ruth Brown’s awesome excellent idea that I have just copied, and to give this post some context, here are the photos off my own Jesus phone — because what we need is a montage:

Who could forget the day that a baby broke into the bunker?

Then there was that night after the Walkley nomination drinks (nada NADA) when we drowned our sorrows at the Shanghai dumpling house and met Dave the crossword guy:

Spontaneous headband day in honour of our new, special friend:

Yes, we will never forget the Monday that Mick the sub (king of headbands, wearer of leather biker jackets teamed with tie dyed singlets, snakeskin cowboy boots teamed with spectacles, master of the headline, an afro and an eye for detail) stepped into the bunker and straight into our hearts:

These two have become particularly special friends. They like to smoke cigarettes together and just shoot the breeze:

We do miss the Frog’s habit of picking flowers from his garden:

Then there were Crikey’s live tweets from the Melbourne Cup, straight from the Touch of Class limo:

The height of sophistication:

Fire warden Josey got to give his headgear a workout:

Crook took the news of Green’s departure quite well:

And then we had a nap. What a tiring year: