The Simile Twallenge (should we have called it "Twimiles"?) has now closed, and thank you for all your game and engaging entries. Some of you have no shame; you openly canvassed my heritage, my interests as you perceive them, my generous nature; at one or two moments I half-expected bribes (well, you never know a man's price until he tells you.) Others of you have had a roller-coaster 2012, to judge from the directly contradictory nature of your good-year/bad-year entries. Yet others sent in entries that must have been written under the influence of some strange, rain-forest chemicals, to judge from how wide of the mark you fell in terms of what makes a simile. I love, in these challenges, how our concerns get aired, how the collective unconscious surfaces. Beneath the gathered skin of you all - you are drinkers, you love and/or fear animals, you spend a lot of time gazing at the night sky, you are deeply literary, you drink a ton of tea and coffee, your emotions range between desperation and glee, you are drawn to contemplation of the natural world, and/or you think that everything more or less sucks. Good stuff: that's nature: all human life is there. Thank you all again: I love my Tweeple (most of them) and the handsome winner is Steve Shilstone @steveshilstone
who wrote something that I wish I'd written: "2012 was like being caught in a revolving door with an undisciplined monkey." Congratulations, Steve: the new monkey in your life will be a copy of Ulysses.