Twitter

Predictably enough for me, when this Twitter thing blew up I immediately vowed to avoid like the plague. Joining in would be such a crowd-following exercise, and another sign that I'm growing more of a woolly coat every day. 

Seriously, we're meant to be fascinated by the lives of people we probably don't know (just like I'm asking you to be fascinated by my life in this blog. Kettle, thou art darker than night, and I should know for I am Mr Pot). The whole thing seemed so very 'me too!', exactly the sort of exercise I'm rather against. 

For the same reason I avoided blogging for a long time, though I must have been here nearly five years now. I tried in vain to avoid Facebook, but it caught up with me and made me pay in embarrassing pounds of photographic flesh.

And now? We'll, it's hardly rocket science, is it? I have a Twitter thingy. Account? Twit? I don't know. I do know it's here, though. And I'm following Ben Folds, and Stephen Fry, and Robert Llewellyn, among others.