Slouching towards Christmas, and everyone in the blogosphere is going off about this piece by John Burns about Irish bloggers and squawking and (wiggle your fingers in the air to show your disdain for the phrase you’re using) “tipping points”, and their general demise. Hmmm. All I can say is I can see why it may become difficult to keep doing something as time-consuming as blogging without ever getting paid for it, but that doesn’t mean it’s time to wake (in the funeral sense)  the blogosphere and move over to Twitter. There’s still a lot of excellent writing on Irish blogs (of over 140 characters, often, thereby not quite lending itself to Twitter), and it is writing that doesn’t always make it into newspapers for a myriad of reasons. Which is why I like to big up blogging betimes. It’s not always about breaking stories either, or the search for a “tipping point”. Sometimes it’s just about good writing, about voices that you like to listen to daily that don’t make their way into the broadsheet or the radio, and may not even have anything at all to say about Nama or expense accounts, rather something to say about sex, about love, about Bono, about horses, about train accidents.

As for current affairs? Look at the latest Christmas chart-topper! Ahem, course that too began online . . .