I was going to buy a ticket for a Half Man Half Biscuit gig
and other musings from the madhouse of Twitter.
In a galaxy far, far away I used a pen a column here entitled “Twitter Watch” and as you can rightly imagine it was thunderously successful and so much so, I’m penning these very words flanked by a glass of rum and an illegal cigarette as I marvel at the waves crashing upon a beautiful Barbadian beach as the sun sets upon the ending of another wonderful day in dreamland. I started my day listening to a true crime podcast as the warm waves gently tickled my feet and I’m ending with yet another gruesome true story as the sun lowers on the horizon of watching three (yes three) games of football and a mighty fine game of rugby in a sporting day of indulgence within our collective reality. As you’ll discover shortly, I always promise myself when watching rugby that I should watch more in the future but I never do. You’ll also discover I was a mouse click away from securing a ticket to see the Birkenhead band “Half Man Half Biscuit” before a semblance of my distorted reality ensured I didn’t.
Welcome, to a cavalcade of other such nonsense from the past 7 days inside the cuckoo’s nest of madness otherwise previously known as “Twitter”.
I’ve included some beautiful images I captured from a Shropshire market town by the name of “Shrewsbury” last summer, and your next to final such market town before the squiggly border with our neighbours and cousins in Wales, to ease your passage through the melange of murkiness that follows.
I find social media fascinating and infuriating in equal measure. The balance depends on how much tea and chocolate cake I’ve consumed. Mediocrity reigns. Clickbait wins. Honest human opinions expressed grammatically correct seem quaintly old fashioned akin to a relic or a dusty old book. 45 second TikTok videos are all the rage and yet this still isn’t enough to retain the attention of the “Goldfish Generation”. It will take you or I a thousand lifetimes or more to match the “likes” and “re-tweets” on just one tweet from the company overlord Elon Musk. Even my using of the terms “likes” and “re-tweets” is out-dated! Blimey.
Why do we play this silly Matrix game even though the “House” holds all the Aces?
I don’t believe the “Goldfish Generation” have the capacity to care anymore.
“just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming swimming, what do we do we, swim, swim, swim”
sorry




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