The 2,000th post
This is TCF’s 2,000th post, so let’s take a look back at our glorious history.
This was the first post http://thoughcowardsflinch.com/2007/09/20/first-post/
This was the shortest probably http://thoughcowardsflinch.com/2011/06/09/international-aid-an-apology-to-the-experts/
This was the one Mil likes http://thoughcowardsflinch.com/2011/06/03/the-tragic-consequences-of-the-depoliticisation-of-drinking-water/
This was the one with the most algebra http://thoughcowardsflinch.com/2009/09/15/ideology-over-algebra/
This was the one that got most hits probably http://thoughcowardsflinch.com/2012/07/16/now-surely-is-the-time-for-pollys-mea-culpa/
This was the one which totally pissed off Sunny http://thoughcowardsflinch.com/2009/10/12/the-epistemology-of-post-pilger-journalism/
This was the one with the best sex scene http://thoughcowardsflinch.com/2010/01/30/effective-local-blogging-3-creating-the-interface-between-habermasian-%e2%80%98lifeworld%e2%80%99-and-anti-hegemonic-narrative/
This was the most obsequious http://thoughcowardsflinch.com/2009/12/28/laurie-penny-bernhard-schlink-and-generational-guilt/
This was the most regrettable and pointlessly jealous of other people’s media success http://thoughcowardsflinch.com/2012/05/12/owen-jones-should-read-the-small-print/
This was the one that got people calling me a scumbag and all sorts http://thoughcowardsflinch.com/2011/02/21/10-reasons-the-left-should-support-labour-council-cuts-reasons-1-5/
This was the one with the most reference to toilets http://thoughcowardsflinch.com/2012/11/03/polly-toynbee-trident-and-penalty-saving-toilets/
So that’s 2,000 posts. Will TCF make it to £,000? Probably not.
But there’s probably be a few more. TCF won’t announce its departure from the blogosphere, not least because there’ll be no-one left to listen. We’ll just slide gracelessly into cantankerous, bitter old age, bits of orange peel dangling from the corners of the mouth, smelling faintly of wee. We’ll continue to the end, exploring bits and pieces of the body politic, pretending that whiney self-regard is really the wisdom of the auto-didactic activist, and continuing to use the ‘royal we’, even though all the good bloggers are long gone gone, and there’s only me left, reminding myself daily of a sad Paul Scott novel.
And when the time comes, when I forget to pay the hosting fee and TCF gets taken over by a site advertising poker or legal loan sharks, I may rise momentarily rise from my slumbers and utter the final homage of the ex-blogger to an existence that always defeats, but is still worth the fight:
‘Like a dog’ he said: it as though he meant the shame of it outlive him.