I think I’ve finally worked out why Twitter is so addictive. You see, I’ve always been the person on the fringes of social gatherings, watching groups of interesting people having enjoyable, laughter-filled conversations and never quite knowing how to join in.
But now I have the illusion of Stephen Fry, Murray Gold, Caitlin Moran, Stephen Moffatt, Mark Gatiss, to name but a few, all chatting away to me. Of course, none of them know I exist but I still feel I’m at the centre of the best party in the world.
Pathetic, isn’t it? At least I haven’t taken to tweeting on my own account. That way madness lies.
Meanwhile, back in RL, have booked for Harry Potter tomorrow night with partner and two kids. It cost £30.00 so it had better be good. It lasts 2 and a half hours – almost as long as “Hamlet” but without an interval. So, better have a pee and a bite to eat before we go in.
Why is everything so damned expensive these days?