Another year over and a new one begun, it's time to jack the plunger back, suck up a hypodermic full of truth serum and plunge that baby into a vein. 2009's blogs attracted posts from the great, the good and the downright woeful. This may sting a little.

Banquo's Son by T.K. Roxborogh. My review/blog on this book, as part of series for October's New Zealand Book Month, lured Matthew S. out of his man-cave to scribble an epistle shouting that I was a Shakespearean dummy (both surprising and disappointing news for my lecturers, as this was my major) in between blubbering about the beauty of T.K's prose. Not only was I uncouth and ill-read, Matthew closes, 'I have observed no wit from Ms. Scott.' Well Matt, obviously you've never seen me at the Duke of Wellington after three Chardonnays and a pint of Bellhaven.

It was in the comments log for this post that we first met the eponymous Tahlia Bond who observes that I have recorded 'a random, rambling of thoughts.' Yes, and?

A Plague on both Your Houses, about an outbreak of syphilis in South Dunedin left Tahlia, (having found me online, now working her way backwards through my oeuvre) unimpressed. 'Last time I checked syphilis wasn't exactly making headline news,' she huffs. Tell that to Itchy and Scratchy down at student health, Tahlia.

My First Time, about losing one's virginity; written to promote a play by the same name then on at the Fortune Theatre, attracted the praise of Dr John Perry of Miami, Florida research director of the study to find the g-spot. 'It should be easier for you guys to find,' he warranted, 'living 'down there'.' Such talk did not amuse trenchant Tahlia, who took the missionary position and scolded us to 'keep it in bed.'

Size Does Matter, a response to the Clayton Weatherston trial flushed out the keen legal mind of Anonymous, who accused me of providing a new spin for the defence to use. Can anyone else picture Queen's Council Judith Ablett-Kerr addressing the court, a down-trousered defendant in the box, 'Your honour, members of the jury, as you can plainly see, my client has an extremely small penis. The defence rests.' About as silly as 'but she was mean to me.'

In Jury and the Beast, written as the verdict came back on the David Bain retrial I voiced an opinion many Dunedinites continue to hold, that Bain is guilty, hence the trial being held in Christchurch. From the US Christina wrote, 'David, (nice to know he reads my blog) always remember you are a very special man in this world because you have TRUE FRIENDS and that is the greatest gift.' I couldn't agree more Christina, friends are precious, all the more so when you have killed your entire family.

When it comes to the Bain verdict, the ubiquitous Tahlia seems to want a bob either way, 'Now, 13 years later, the court reckon they know better and he is released, she writes. 'Strike anyone as odd? Obviously not the dense Lisa Scott.' Perhaps I am dense Tahlia, as I have no idea what you're trying to say. Like sarcasm and irony, sense seems to avoid you. For future reference, tongue-in-cheek isn't a sexual position.

Such animosity Tahlia! I can only imagine you must know me or, like a primary school boy with a handful of worms, are just trying to be my friend. Dear pestiferous Tahlia Bond, your ignorance has been such bliss. I look forward to another year of your failure to comprehend.