People have really got involved with yesterday’s uncompromising give-me-your-birthday inquisition. I feel like old Augustus Caesar conducting a census a few years back and making certain people go to Bethlehem and we ALL KNOW WHAT HAPPENED NEXT. If this census turns out half as well in turns of producing a saviour, I’ll be well pleased.
Several birthdays have been named twice and, touchingly, those people have been saluting their new Watsonian twins through the Comments. The idea of this is obviously very much up my street, and I think it’s almost inevitable that 2011 will see some sort of attempt by me to put these pairs – seemingly appointed at random by fate – into touch with each other. More on that soon. I think (and I’ve not looked over it all as thoroughly as I want to yet, because I was wrongfooted by the number of replies) that only one day, July 7, has achieved a hat-trick of birthdays so far. So it’s the frontrunner to become Official Watsonian Jubilation Day. But there’s still time to register your details. Do it after yesterday’s blog, though, so we have all the replies in one place. Thank you kindly. This is fun.
I noticed – again, without being able to have a proper look, that the excellent statistician Tibbs has already done some work plotting these figures on some sort of chart. Tibbs, I’d be most grateful if you could keep updating this so we have all this data together. It would be superb to have everyone’s birthdays mapped out across the year. Then we can get to work recruiting in areas of the year where we’re weak.
I mentioned a while ago the idea of doing a ‘proper’ census, i.e. collecting lots of information from regular readers for fun/future blog-enhancement/selling to mailing lists. I think since we’ve started with ages, I will soon be unleashing some more questions. Makes sense to do it now in honour of that more famous census, and also as a nice where-are-we-up-to-at-the-end-of-2010 type of thing. I was going to hold it around the first anniversary, but we’ll be doing other stuff then, like letting off Party Poppers.
(I don’t actually like Party Poppers. Or balloons. Or anything that might bang. Some of you know this.)
So – Tibbs and other statistically-minded people, are you ready to help me collate? And everyone else, are you ready to either reveal more, or completely ignore future enquiries? YOU’D BETTER BE!
Oh, by the way, a couple of people were asking on Twitter whether this is actually a cult and I’m planning to end it with a mass suicide. The answers are (a) I don’t think so, less sinister than a cult, and slightly less pressure to stay on board; (b) I don’t think so – don’t wish to die myself, and it’s unsporting to initiate large-scale suicide without taking part. So, relax. For now.