I've never really seen the point of Twitter. You really don't need to know my thoughts as they come into my head, nor the contents of my sandwich (humus and salad, if you really want to know). A blog on the other hand is a useful medium (perhaps) through which one could communicate something about one's life to the interested, assuming they exist. And if they don't, it at least gives electrons something to do. They'd just be sitting there claiming housing benefit, otherwise.
But yeah. People with blogs, or at least people I know with blogs, can write. This is a bit worrying, as I have nothing to say. Well, there's poo, obviously, but as any Guardian reader will tell you, there's only one thing worse that someone who writes about their babies and expects others to read about it, and that's people who post comments under the baby article complaining about the columnist writing about babies. [As an aside, the Internet really doesn't work, does it? I've yet to see a single person post a comment on any webpage that could be summed up as "That's an interesting point of view and it's really changed the way I look at the world". Someone pointed out that the Internet was simply a place where mad and stupid people, with mad, stupid and extreme views, can hang out together and in some way convince themselves that they are, in fact, rationale and normal. Hence the more extreme elements of the Tea Party, I guess. But I digress...]
So, herm. I was meant to be writing something. In fact, I was going to publish a Copenhagen dialogue, between Neils Bohr and Werner Heisenberg (no relations) about the outcome of the Copenhagen conference last December. But Kate persuaded not to do so, on the grounds that frankly expressing my ideas, even in a semi-anonymous blog like this one, might harm my career (such that it is) and might, indeed, break the Civil Service Code, which I am, as an honourable man, bound by. Which is a shame, given that Copenhagen was, I believe, one of the most critical moments in modern history (not because it delivered any world-changing outcomes - it didn't, but because it was an attempt at multilateralism on a scale that has never been tried before, the Bretton Wood conference doesn't even come close)
And I was there. In fact, I was there representing you (unless you aren't an EU citizen, in which case, I'm sorry). That's probably my moment of history (well that, and my 1/27,537th of a Nobel Peace Prize) I'll get to tell my grandchildren about it. And things like beaches, polar bears, and Bangladesh. But I'm getting maudlin. Let's leave it there.