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Awards and votes and shit

Hello. It's that time of the year again, when Total Politics runs its annual poll of blogs.

In the past I've boycotted it, because I think it's a bit of a tedious self-aggrandising circlejerk. And because of the fact it's by Total Politics, which is a dreadful vanity project with no journalistic or literary merit whatsoever, and because Lord Ashcroft's involved. And there's the other fella as well, can't remember his name, invented blogging, world's most brilliant commentator on everything, potato face, short temper, calls everyone pricks. You know the one.

All that still stands. I couldn't give a shit where I'm voted. In these things I inevitably end up behind people who are fucking terrible, and above people who are much more intelligent, insightful and all-round better writers than me. So it's largely arbitrary, a bit meaningless, a bit silly. If I cared about it, that would make me a bit of a dillon. And I don't want to be that. On the other hand, in the spirit of not trying to look like a meanie, I won't exclude myself this time. What I will say is that there are dozens more deserving people than me, so please pick them instead.

What I would ask is that if you must vote, you vote for people who are actually good. Please don't vote for the same old faces, time after time; it makes blogging look like some feeble boys' club - and it is usually boys, as well. There are many brilliant, lovely, startling, imaginative bloggers out there. Some are writing amazing stuff rather than trotting out infantile squabbling tribal garbage. They deserve to be recognised. Not me. Not the usual suspects, either.

So, if you'd like to vote for me, then by all means, I won't be ducking out this year. On the other hand, I won't beat you up for your dinner money if you don't.

But for Christ's sake, don't vote for them.

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