There's a funny thing about blogs that old bloggers will tell you. However obscurely and low down the charts you start, if you keep at it then numbers will build. If getting 5% of the UK TV audience is good for Channel 5, then getting 5% of Iain Dale's uniques is fine for me.
I'm not as naturally brilliant, charismatic, sweary or excitingly shocking as many of the blogs I admire, but I do have tenacity by the bucketload. I'm a slogger. I can't be something I'm not, so you get the slightly anorakish, somewhat pedestrian real me. A professional man who won't let business letters go out of his office unless they're literate, who values probity more highly than you can imagine, who's loyal to (and protective of) his employer and who has an unusually well connected but somewhat Bohemian private circle of friends, and who is deeply and fundamentally committed to the welfare of this nation and of the British people. And who sometimes gets very cross with politicians whom I see destroying all those things I value. Mr Ordinary, really.
That you all read this stuff, normally written early in the morning with coffee, ciggies, 'Today', the bath running and the iron warming, astonishes and delights me. So with many thanks to you all, I'll keep on slogging away. I'm very happy with the little niche I fill and very proud to be part of a caucus of British bloggers with such able and distinguished members and correspondents.
And I'm usually up for a drink.