
To celebrate The Times’s haul of seven gongs in yesterday’s Editorial Intelligence Comment Awards, we’re giving one and all the chance to read the best from our winning columnists. But hurry, the doors are only open until 3pm on Friday, October 19…
David Aaronovitch wonCommentariat of the Year, the most highly-regarded award for a columnist:
Read his piece about Liam Stacey, the student who was given 56 days in prison for posting an offensive tweet about Fabrice Muamba, the Bolton footballer who collapsed on the pitch during an FA Cup match earlier this year.
Hugo Rifkind picked up Media Commentator of the Year:
Read his piece on Facebook and whether our desire to share everything with everyone might one day fade.
Tim Montgomerie was Political Commentator of the Year:
Read his column on how political competence trumps political celebrity.
Ann Treneman was Sketch Writer of the Year:
Read her lyrical piece on “a mud-slinging, cage-boxing scream-fest” between Ed Balls and George Osborne.

I got a tweet this morning from, as far as I can tell, a youngish man who seemed axeless to me. He had been watching Sir John Major at the Leveson Inquiry and had a question that perhaps a greybeard like me might be able to answer. “Finding Sir John v impressive and sincere,” he wrote, “Why has the press for years told me he was useless & incompetent?”
Well, precisely. It’s hard to know when the business of “monstering” (as opposed to criticising) public figures began. Major was not an idiot, everything he did was not useless, indeed his most substantial crime was probably to win an election that most people thought that he and his party really should lose.
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The 10 golden rules of Twitter
David Aaronovitch
No week seems to pass without some tweeter or other having their handle felt by officers of the law. So if you don’t want to be one of them but you do want to communicate in 140 characters, here are my 10 Golden Rules:
@DAaronovitch
Read more: “The unhealthiest falsehood spread on social networks is that users are living lives of constant glamour and hilarity,” says Libby Purves