We're having a few days R&R away from the fixed weekly grind of auctions and carboots to relax in a little farm cottage near Warwick. Yes I know we're in the middle of a recession but by definition that means we're about to be on our way out of it.
Oz & Lil have spent most of the time with their noses pressed up against the window looking longingly at the pack of farm dogs who are ranging freely amongst the barns, cattle and sheep. Oz was telling Lily that he intends to run away and become leader of this pack one day after he had given her the benefit of his scathing views on anthropomorphism.
I bought a broadband dongle last year which has never worked until today (once I discovered that the £10 prepaid voucher I bought with it self-destructs if not used within 3 months and had to buy another - they have made them like Steak & Kidney Pies). Now that I'm back in touch I can give you the benefit of my experience so far with this web 2.0 thingy.
Rather like the codicil to Parkinson's Law whereby everyone in an organization gets promoted to one level above their competence, I feel like I've found that level in Web 2.0 terms and moved one stage further than I was meant to. And that level was Twitter.
I've found Blogging to be a great way of getting things of my chest, showing off, making new imaginary friends and generally passing free time. That has lately been augmented by Facebook which is an excellent way of keeping up with the comings and goings of real and imaginary people but most importantly a brilliant way to play Scrabble. Scrabble used to be a good game ruined by the tedium of sitting scratching and frustrated whilst your opponent deliberated for hours over their tiles then spending 20 minutes arguing over the validity of their words. Facebook takes away the waiting as you can play your turn whenever you feel like it and the built in Dictionary is the arbiter which preempts all that fighting over particular words. You can even chat alongside the game.
However, I jumped into Twitter a couple of weeks ago and have just decided to jump out of it. It seems to be mini blogging by text with the "excitement" of including Stephen Bloody Fry and Jonathan Blinking Ross in your crew and knowing when they have been to the toilet or what they've had for dinner. There are some very clever and funny people reeling out lots of short punchy epigrams and also a lot of dross. I felt that I'd turned up at a sophisticated party where everyone had known each other for years and I just wanted to have a quick few swigs from the Party 7 in the kitchen before sneaking back to my bedsit.
No offence to all Twitterers but I just don't get it - each to their own and all that. Anyone fancy a 3 month long game of Scrabble?