Well, that was a longer hiatus than had been intended. Back now, however. While I was loafing taking a break, this blog quietly celebrated its fifth birthday. Some of you patient or long-suffering sous have been here from the start. Many thanks to you and your more recently-arrived brethren for, well, just for being here. Thanks also to Megan McArdle and Garance Franke-Ruta who were among those pals chivvying me to start a blog back then. Equally, hosannas to James Forsyth who brought the blog into the Spectator’s fold and, latterly, to Pete Hoskin and David Blackburn for all their help and so on.
Since I was on Jura last week – that’s the Corryvreckan whirlpool doing its thing, photographed from the Barnhill estate – I might as well note that this year’s Orwell Prize for blogging has the best, most sagacious judges yet in the prize’s short history. Granted, one cannot expect to make it through to the next round at which point the prize reverts to meaningless-bauble status.
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