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26 December 2011
Snogging, stalking and nearly playing games with Bowie
Quite
surprised at how many people have tweeted their way
through Christmas. I expected it of Facebook, but being
a fledgling twitterer this is my first holiday season.
And I have to say that, amidst all the sparkle and
cranberry-stuffed build up to Christmas, Twitter’s been
kind of a highlight. Considering I live my life glued
to my laptop and phone, I know I’ve arrived slightly
late at this party and haven’t made the grandest of
entrances. I snuck in quietly and after 11 weeks have
120 followers and some good business contacts, not too
shabby for someone with nothing much to say. And I read
somewhere that engaging in social media gives the same oxytocin spike as snogging, so happiness all round…
Unlike Bro-Lo,
I don’t use Twitter to stalk people – those days are
well and truly over. As Gill pointed out in
Chocochinos over chorizo and haloumi salads, we were
stalking way before stalking was fashionable. 1982…
Staring all night at doorways in the freezing cold
waiting for a glimpse of him, club crawling with Bev to find the
right place to dance in front of the right people on
Christmas eve (and many other eves), following cars
zooming around roundabouts the wrong way (dare not
mention who was driving). Note to
my teenage readers – do not try this at home!!
Although, backtracking for a sec, I think I did
accidentally make dates with a couple of people on
Twitter last week, so in dating terms it’s actually been
more successful than the 80s stalking turned out to be –
if only we’d had social media back then. We would
certainly have been a lot warmer.
So no Twitter
stalking – just a lovely gathering of new friends.
Thank you very much for reading me each week, and
special thanks to those of you who were strangers before
but tell me you look forward to this blog – I’m happy to
be brightening up your Monday. As you may have guessed,
Steven’s not entirely pleased about my activities this
year. Apparently blogging about rude photos, picking up
cyber boyfriends and drinking wine with LinkedIn men is
not what well behaved wives do with their time, so I
guess in this season of goodwill I’d better publicly
thank him for his love and support. (Then quickly delete
the Facebook links - after all, I do have a reputation
to maintain!)
I stood close
to David Bowie once. He was with Zowie, playing Atari
games, and I wasn’t brave enough to speak to him – and,
for some strange reason, neither was Maz. He said this
in ’77 but I think it’s still a pretty good Christmas
hope to share: “I pray my wish will come true, for my
child and your child too. He'll see the day of glory,
see the day when men of good will - live in peace, live
in peace again.” I hope the rest of this festive week
is as peaceful or crazy as you want it to be and I wish
you a fantastic New Year. You might not be following me
in a conga on Saturday night, but you’re always welcome
to follow me on Twitter… @WeekendWitch. Or email,
of course:
Ren@imaginativetraining.com
Chorizo
and haloumi salad, very delicious!
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