The Swampys 2005

Seeing as I knocked out the last post in no time at all, I think I should devote a little more gravitas to the whole Best Blog thing. Basically, I've decided that from now on - and this will be an annual thing - I shall conduct my own personal blogging version of the Oscars, sans some of the glitz, all of the glamour, the red carpet and the paparazzi, and there will definitely be no Kevin Costner.

I am adding yet another section to The Sidebar in honour of this, and that should be up and running by Monday at the latest. I would also absolutely LOVE IT if all the fabulous winners could submit acceptance speeches to me, because as we all know, half the joy of winning is the basking in the glory that follows it. I am emailing all who aren't already aware of their triumph. It'd be lovely if I could get an 100% response, so fingers crossed!

As for today, apparently there's been some sort of wedding thing going on. But seriously though, who invites Sting's wife, Jools Holland, and half of the Kumars to their wedding? Sad is what it is, very sad. Although, bless poor old Camilla, she did look lovely and yet SO uncomfortable, I wouldn't be at all surprised if it's turns out she went through the whole ceremony with a family of hedgehogs rammed up her knickers.

And lastly, a question: how old do you think I am?

A fossilized gherkin for the winner.