The truth is that we had to get eaten by that monster. Like seeds that can only germinate once they have passed through the gut of a bird, so the four members of RPS must occasionally be pushed through the colon of a monster so that they might blog. Kieron needed two turns, you understand. Now though, with a little help from a disgusted-looking Belgian man with a splendid moustache, we are pulled from the warm dark of digestion, slightly sticky, but at full power. And so RPS commences for another year.
That means it's time to ask: What are you looking forward to in 2010, readers?