THOSE who suspected that this blog was nothing more than a Labour put-up job, aimed purely at broadcasting the party line, can rest easy.
Because if this were simply a Labour HQ mouthpiece, surely I would have been invited to Derek Draper’s Labour blogathon taking place tomorrow?
Alas, I only found out about this prestigious event by reading Iain Dale’s Diary. I discovered the names of those invited to participate by reading Guido. And I found out I was not the only snubbed Labour blogger by reading Chris Paul.
I texted a friend who is on the invitation list, and he texted back to apologise and to say that, although it wasn’t his gig, he would make sure I was invited to future events. I responded in an unseasonably huffy manner: “Don’t bother.”
After all, there is surely some value in not being seen as part of an official Labour-oriented blogging circle, and I don’t think I would take kindly to being “expected” to blog certain subjects if I wasn’t already planning to do so anyway.
Nevertheless, I feel the snub personally. Maybe, after the fake memo, the “Heaven knows we’re miserable now” fiasco and my X-Factor live thread, I’m not considered a “serious” blogger? Ah, who cares – I’ve got my latest Christmas hit to post, plus my favourite all-time James Bond movies to schedule for publication on Christmas Day.
But I’ll bet they’ll regret not having me there when they get to item four on tomorrow’s agenda: “Doctor Who, season four – parallels for Labour’s fourth term”.
So, Christmas quiz time: what’s the most likely reason for a line being put through my name when the list of invitees was being drawn up? Keep it clean, people…