From my very limited experience, I understand that in blogging it’s best to make it witty, or educational, or maybe promote my latest vehicle. Except I don’t have a vehicle, unless you count the Punto sitting outside whom I have stopped loving because she has cost me so much money in the last few months that i could have replaced her by now with a nice shiny Focus.

I’m just an ordinary person with nothing to say, a monkey working for the Man. I don’t run my own company, I don’t write for this website or that newspaper.

I DON’T HAVE A TWITTER ACCOUNT.

There I said it. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Really, it isn’t. I know, I know, everyone has one. Well, no, they don’t actually. It wasn’t until i met my new beau that I discovered that this internet world was out there. Okay, I wasn’t oblivious to the fact that the internet exists, but I just didn’t realise it could be used so much, for so many seemingly odd purposes. I come from a different world. A world where people still text instead of DM’ing. I had to listen to a podcast about how Twitter works for God’s sake, just so i could decipher what himself and his friends were on about.

Okay, so I’m not going to sign up to Twitter in the morning, and I don’t intend on getting a phone that does anything more than be a phone (and maybe an alarm clock). But I have come to see the place for Twitter. Its about community, about putting things out there in the ether and seeing if anyone is listening. Are you listening?

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