John Lamb: Banalities of Twitter
Facebook… OK, I admit it, I have dabbled in this social networking phenomenon. Quite why, I can’t tell you.
But dangers lie therein. Shelley Sawers erred by posting twaddle about her husband to a potential Facebook audience of 200 million worldwide. Which wouldn’t have mattered had he been the vicar of Lower Slocum on the Puddle or a postman in suburbia.
But Sir John Sawers is going to head up MI6 and his well-meaning but naive wife put no privacy restrictions on her Facebook account, rendering herself and her children as vulnerable as her husband. Why did she bother? In fact, why does anyone bother with this meaningless fad?
Millions of people are addicted not only to Facebook but to other absurdities called Twitter and MySpace.
I’ll share some of the chit-chat to which I have been privileged this week. I will not use contributors’ full names to protect them from ridicule.
Dot wrote she was looking forward to having lunch with Jackie in Leamington Spa; Colin responded asking if this was Onassis; and Mark felt moved to contribute: “Not far from not-so-sunny Banbury.” Fascinating.
A little earlier Colin informed us he had now “gone 42 days without a single glass of hooch. How unbelievable is that?” he asks. Totally.
And now we have Phil saying he has broken his record in a Bejeweled game. Next up is Ed again. “Morning! Terrible Tuesday today, worst day of the week! How are you feeling??”
Actually quite well Ed, thank you for asking. Then there’s Clive telling the world he was “astonished the bloke who took my old oven and hob – left alongside the skip for the tat man – was actually planning to use them. Cheap git. They’d been outside for more than a week – God knows what’s walked over them or peed up them.”
Thank you Clive, that piece of useless information went down well with the eggy soldiers.
Jo tells me she has a pair of Jimmy Choos and nowhere to wear them (poor love); Lisa is happy her new laptop is working and her landing is decorated (what a relief); and Ros has just scored 96 points with the word “jiggers” on worldwide Scrabble.
Ed (again) says his puppy’s diet today was one trainer, a TV remote and three sparklers. “That should make for an interesting looking poo!” he adds. Too much info, Ed.
And then finally Marc tells me he can’t believe the BBC has dropped a repeat of Bargain Hunt to show the Michael Jackson memorial. “Another evening ruined”, he opines.
* John Lamb’s views are not necessarily those of Birmingham Chamber of Commerce, where he is press and PR manager.