A year ago, Pippa Middleton's ass showed up at Westminster Abbey and almost eclipsed her sister, the future Queen. I think they even started a Facebook page in honour of it. And remember we wished, that day, for a Pippa and Harry hook-up?

Well, that didn't last very long.

No hook-up materialised. And Pippa was papped every day in a series of boring clothes. (The Middletons really don't have much flair.) And what they said about her, that in certain social circles, before the wedding, she'd "been passed around more than a joint at a reggae party" started to smell true. By the end of the year, I'd declared her the Great Disappointment of 2011.

All that potential not realised. So we remember the ass.