MY FRIEND, colleague and fellow blogger, Tom Watson seems put out that only 50 bloggers have turned up this morning to fill the 1000 seats set aside for new media types at the G20.

And I’ve checked and rechecked my email, my voicemail, my snail mail, and for some reason my own invitation has gone astray. Can you believe it? According to reports, my old boss, Douglas Alexander, is the driving force behind the bloggers initiative. Now, I know for a fact that he’s got my number… 

Could it be… no, the thought is too, too absurd, but… could it be that Douglas (gasp!) doesn’t know I’m a blogger?!

Forgive me for blowing my own trumpet, but I think I could have brought a certain originality to my coverage: “Mr President — are you a fan of Battlestar Galactica? Do you think the negotiations here are going to be more or less challenging than those between Admiral Adama and the Cylons at the midway point in season 4?

“President Sarkozy — what’s your favourite karaoke number? With which G20 leader are you most likely to perform ‘Don’t Go Breaking My Heart’?”

“Foreign Secretary — did Nick Clegg speak to you about his missing invitation? … Nick Clegg…. CLEGG… leader of the LibDems… THE LIBDEMS… you know, the party… in the House of …. oh, never mind.”

Oh, well, I’m sure DA had his reasons for not inviting me. It would have been a laugh, too… Ah, I think I know why I wasn’t invited.