Well I knew we were there or thereabouts, but a quick search through the back copies here in Crinklybee Towers (never that easy a task, as ever since our last redesign of the colourscheme back in 2008 or so, the links under the heading of 'archive' over there to the left sidebar, taking us to successive months' worth of posts, have been written in dark brown on a very slightly less dark brown background) reveals that it is 10 years to the day since, having stumbled across an intriguing and obscure section of the Guardian website dedicated to some new-fangled online phenomena going by the name of 'weblogs', I decided I quite fancied the idea of having one myself, so signed up to Typepad (well they seemed to have the most catching colourschemes) and dashed off the first ever post to grace these pages- which, for reasons now lost in the mists of time, started off talking about the contemporary European Elections, only to dart off at the first available tangent and describe in forensic detail my chronic and debilitating fear of the bright red British Postbox.
And we've been darting off at the first available tangent ever since. A quickfire odyssey back through the mists of time is perhaps in order, taking in birthday posts along the way. Starting with:
2005 : We had a birthday quiz! (controversially won by my sister Abby who detractors claimed had an unfair advantage of the specialist subject- the life and times of the author)
2006: We reached part four of our feted Wolverhampton Trilogy. In a word: cathartic. In the words of irregular commenter Skipsey: 'Haway Jon, that damn near made us cry man!'. I sure as hell don't feel quite up to re-reading it even now).
2007: Another watershed moment, as we fondly bid goodbye to the flange desk to take a scary Guardian-type job (an attack of the heebiejeebies follows, also lovingly and intricately chronicled- no holds barred here you know!
2008: It's complicated being a boy. No really, it's complicated. Panini stickers do help, though.
2009: We hadn't been here for a scandalous 25 days (a worrying trend of infrequent posting had started, dating back to the end of those halcyon flange days, it now seems). So we were catching up and letting you know we were still alive.
2010: The nation recoils as it is revealed that in the forthcoming World Cup I will be bestowing my favours upon Ghana, the Great African Hope (well I say recoil. Actually there are four commenters, all of whom agree following England is a really bad idea. We're an unapolegetically unpatriotic lot in that there comment box).
2012: We are neglecting our allotment by jetting off to Brittany, land of fascist biscuits (and corny campsite discos, where Frankie reveals a rare talent for interpreting the Abba songbook)
2013: We probably still should be on the allotment, but are instead whiling away the long nights watching obscure BBC documentaries about bees.
So there you have it. A whistlestop tour (and an exhausting exercise in nostalgia). And I have to press 'post' in the next two minutes, or we will have missed the 10 year anniversary by a day. So- thank you, as ever, for all your comments (I treasure every one of our commentistas- regulars, newcomers, those from the heady days of 2005 who pop in every three years just so I know they're still out there, people who are in my family and therefore have unfair advantage in one-off birthday quizzes, people who I have met only through these pages, people who I'll maybe never meet- you are what keeps me going here, really).
It's getting late now (and I know, I've missed that midnight deadline- so it is now ten years and one day since that fateful postbox post). But- an invitation to whoever is still out there: how about marking this auspicious occasion by happening by the comment box and joining us for a glass of something fizzy and maybe (if we can rustle it up) some kind of offering from the cheeseboard? Lurkers (do we have lurkers? I do hope we have lurkers!) especially welcome. Here's to another ten years of ah- this kind of thing, everyone.