2016 has been a metaphorical tub of Quality Street. We have had the Green Triangle of 1D's glittering solo endeavours. The Toffee Penny of Zigi. The fudge of Scarlett Moffatt's jungle triumph.
The sickly strawberry delight that is HONEY G, Scotty T and Stephen Bear's AWFULLY BIZARRE, YET MEGA BRILL stint in CBB.
BUT. How much can you actually remember of 2016? More than Alex Bowen's mighty peen? More than Chezza's erm 'food' baby? More than Simon Cowell's spectacle and centre parting sartorial effort? Think you can score full marks? SLAY IN SHOWBIZ? Prove it then.
(If you're brave enough.)