Ten years of blogging: 2010

This year followed the pattern set by 2009, with long periods of sparse blogging interrupted by frenzies of regular posting, in this case sparked off by the General Election. It was the year I joined Colchester Council’s Cabinet, and also the year I accidentally created a Twitter hashtag that spread around the world. It was not however, despite Hollywood’s promises, the year we made contact.

After noticing another case of fiction straying a bit too close to reality, my first main post of the year was the announcement that I was joining the Cabinet.

February’s post were all about a charity walk I did. This one was shorter than my previous attempt in 2006, being just a day in and around Colchester to raise money for the Colchester Archaeological Trust.

March lay fallow, then April sprang into life with the news of a General Election being called. That meant I got to miss the last PMQs of that Parliament, and wondered if things might change in the next one.

A few days into the election campaign and I picked up my first injury of it and then realised that the Great British Public could make some very bad decisions when asked to vote on things. Meanwhile, Nick Robinson found a metaphor that might have revealed more about his reporting than he thought.

In ‘Nick fails to predict the future again’, I bemoaned the relative stability of the early polls, and suggested that democracy might benefit from a man shouting questions at an empty chair.

I’m proud it took me a week before I went for the easy option of comparing David Cameron to Harold Saxon, but at least the Toclafane didn’t come to destroy us after the election. No, they outsourced that job to Atos.

Oh, those heady days of ‘I agree with Nick’ optimism when the only thing we had to fear was the prospect of Icelandic ash clouds swamping the world and destroying civilization as we know it and hipster Liberal Democrat voters who weren’t going to back the party now that they were popular.

This is how #nickcleggsfault came to be. My first weary tweets of the morning since then haven’t had anything like the same effect, but it did help to contribute to a very strange-feeling election campaign.

This is why you should pay more attention to the music you play in the background of your campaign.

‘Some of us may die. Remember, statistically it is not likely to be you.’ Peter Porter died.

The Tories took life imitating art just a bit too seriously while Gordon Brown met a bigoted woman and wandered into his own version of The Thick Of It. In this crazy mixed-up world, I was a ‘prominent political blog’. However, my worries here have proven to be all too real.

Then the election itself came upon us, and after long tired times at election counts, we all discovered that the public had delivered an inconclusive verdict.

After that, we plunged into coalition negotations with indecent haste and we found that it is possible to take the side of Alastair Campbell occasionally. Finally, we emerged with what I thought at the time was the least worst option. What happened since then? Events, dear boy, events.

With the election out of the way, I started pondering on more important matters. Namely, why aren’t there any films where gladiators fight zombies?

After that, I retreated to near-silence again, though I did find a way to compare Labour to Michael McIntyre. I also calculated how much the Taxpayers Alliance might be costing taxpayers and asked just why Phil Woolas had been allowed to remain in the Labour Party for so long. Others asked the same.

I spelt out just why I was opposed to elected Mayors, and then tried to Rigg another election, but failed. I also set out just how to get my vote in internal elections.

There’s still time for this prediction to come true, but I doubt it.

For everyone who has asked, this is who Emperor Norton was, and why he’s my Twitter avatar.

I apologise for using the phrase ‘radical centre’. I won’t do it again. In other Liberal Democrat news, this red line continues to approach.

As the world continued its descent into self-parody, a man was arrested over a tweeted joke, and Bob Russell wrote for the Morning Star on the day tanks rolled into the centre of Colchester.

With all that going on, I finished NaNoWriMo again.

I believe this was my first post to mention Eric Pickles. Sadly, it wasn’t the last, despite him already claiming ridiculous things in that one.

Someone else wrote the post I wanted to on the fees debacle and then after a bit of high-tech crucifixion, I ended the year with a series of predictions for 2011. How accurate were they? We’ll have to wait till my next post to find out…