And therein lies my (not so) repressed anger: I thought I was in the ring with other gritty blogs not shiny magazines. A blog: the thing you write at work that isn't your work. A magazine: the thing you write at work that is your work. Over at Hecklerspray HQ they are seven writers strong, including the luxury of a full-time editor. That is hardly riding the personal diary revolution. But anyway, winning is a lousy teacher. It seduces you into thinking you can't lose.
And I am taking it in stride, can't you tell? The result was to be expected, really. Alan McGee, our category's judge, is a red-headed monster with a reputation for being one of the music business's biggest bastards and the person who made boy bands wear leather trousers. What does he know about unlocking talent? Never mind that he is legendary for foisting Oasis.