In the past, when we've hurled bowling balls at round-faced American preachers it's been just for fun - but when we do it now it'll be because we've been corrupted by power, There Will Be Blood-style.

Why? Because according to a list in today's Observer, hecklerspray is the 45th most powerful blog in the world. Yes,

If you haven't heard of Fafarazzi, we've got two pretty excellent reasons why you should remedy this - 1) Fafarazzi is like Fantasy Football, only with celebrities and 2) hecklerspray's involved.

This is how Fafarazzi works - you join a league with some friends, draft a bunch of celebrities for your team and then watch them score points for every mention they get in the news. And when we say 'news'

Hello kids, Stu here. I'm back from what was either a long weekend running through a field with Nicole Kidman or a long weekend walking around a European city for so long that my feet have swollen up to the point where traditional shoes no longer fit me, depending on who you ask.

Anyway, now I'm back. High fives all round! No? Suit yourselves. Thanks ever so much to Shawn Lindseth

About three minutes ago ol' Stu Heritage decided that today was gonna be the day he and Nicole Kidman run through a field of flowers bought with Scientology money. And so it is, the majestic all-powerful mantle of hecklerspray falls upon Shawn Lindseth, an olympic hopeful and partial amputee.

It's his foot. It's only partially amputated because it's just twisted backwards.

Now we're at the bum-end of 2007, it's time to reflect on the year gone by.

It's a year that's seen hecklerspray writers thrown out of magazine-based writing competitions for cheating, hecklerspray writers painted bright orange as a gruesome initiation to other magazines, hecklerspray writers going on serious news programmes to discuss the real threat of wanking Kenyan monkeys and hecklerspray writers waggling huge black dildos around while being scathing about Second Life for digital TV channels. And we're even told that some things happened over the course of 2007 that didn't directly involve people who work for hecklerspray, although we are yet to see proof of this.

But what about next year? What do our senior writers personally want from that? Let's take a look...

December 28, and an admission. The reason why we aren't here throwing celebrity news at you like bananas in a monkey factory is because the whole hecklerspray family has gone camping.

It isn't going well. Laidlow, hammered on alcopops, has thrown up in Lindseth's sleeping bag and made him cry. Laverty tripped over the guy rope and dropped all our eggs on a cowpat. C J Davies keeps walking into a tree head-first again and again, convinced he'll be able to move it with the power of his mind and nobody has seen Annette since she went off to film that witch's hut. Only Stuart Heritage has managed to rise above this pathetic scene. Really, he's like some sort of hero or something.

Anyway, want to know what our favourite TV shows of the year were? Good, they're all here...

December 27. A day even more boring than Boxing Day. The turkey's more rubbery, the decorations are more tatty and you've eaten so much Haribo you've started to hallucinate.

But fear not, because hecklerspray's very own personal best-of-2007 lists are here again to save the day. Literally save the day. Like Superman would. As you know by now, the Spraylist is a chance to shine a light on the essentially contradictory nature of the senior hecklerspray writers by getting them to reveal a bunch of stuff they liked this year, even though chances are all the stuff's been slagged off on these pages within the last 12 months anyway. Probably by the same people who are now saying they liked it. It's a tough life.

Today - our favourite movies of 2007...

Boxing day. A day of cold turkey, lingering family resentment and the fist-hard realisation that you didn't get a Nintendo Wii.

But don't worry. We're here. Well, actually we're not here at all. We wrote this weeks ago. Right now we're either laying on the balcony of an exclusive five-star hotel in the Seychelles or we're watching An American Tail on TV in bed with a bucket of Haribo and a hangover. Who knows where our lives will take us?

Anyway, as is now fast becoming traditional in the week between Christmas and the new year, we're going to fill the gap with the Spraylist, a personal insight into the stuff our senior writers liked best this year. And we're kicking off today with everyone's favourite albums...