On Saturday I read an article in the Telegraph about Twitter.com – the next BIG thing – move over Facebook everyone is doing Twitter.
Well that would be everyone but moi.
The concept of telling the world what I am doing right now fills me with a shudder. The likes of Stephen Fry with his luvvie lifestyle might well be the most hit upon popular site….went to the Bafta’s…..lunch with Prince Charles…..touring America with a film crew…..chatting in the green room with Tom Cruise…………took Harry for a walk………don’t know what we’re having for dinner……..must put some washing on………there’s a bird on the bird table……you see my life doesn’t lend itself to public viewing, nothing happens of any note for months on end.
I am not moaning about my lot, I mostly enjoy my extremely non-eventful life; well to be honest I’m not up to doing anything more exciting these days than to the odd trip to The Eternal Maker or Waitrose or the local ironmongers and as such I don’t need to tell the world or my social network (Stella)
When I was growing up and before my parents had a telephone installed if I wanted to arrange to meet a school friend in the holidays I wrote a letter… I guess a lot has changed since then.