TWEET TWEET TWEET

3 05 2010

I joined Facebook, set up Google news and reader, hell I even started a blog (you’re reading it) but Jim has pushed us to the limit this time and insist his minions all sign up for Twatter, sorry Twitter.

I put a post up on FB to inform people I had a Twitter account and within hours three people had responded. I elected to follow all three and one of them was an avid tweeter. now any-time I blow the dust off my Twitter account I have a ready update off where he’s drinking coffee, what shop he might buy a shirt in, who he may meet for a pint later and on and on and on.

Sometimes I’ll get an email to inform me that a complete stranger is following me on Twitter so I pop on the site, have a look and usually tweet something about how I feel Twitter is an awful waste of life.

When we set up our account in class initially I followed BBC and Sky Sports News and the usual suspects but the big boys flood Twitter with updates and take over your homepage. This meant a more tactful approach and I selected various journalists to follow instead.

I know Sky News have a full-time Twitter correspondent which must be a frightening prospect every morning on the way to work. “Dear God I have to spend another day sifting through mountains of horse shit just in case one of these needy people happen to be near anything newsworthy.” The best example of this is the plane that flopped down in the Hudson river and all the big media companies got their images from Twitter.

But I’ve decided tweeting is not for me, I’m going to go to my Twitter account now and make that public knowledge.

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I’M GONNA BE ON TV

24 04 2010

In my capacity as your guide through the madness that is the election campaign I put myself on the front line for you all, jumped on the grenade by agreeing to be in the same room as William Hague, and attended Question Time in Greenwich.

QT Sudio

I was required to get there at 18:00 to watch the leaders debate before hand, this didn’t start until 20:00 so I stuffed myself with BBC cheese and pickle sandwiches for two hours. Then into the studio with approx 150-200 others to watch round 2 of the debates on Sky.

The biggest laugh of the evening from the crowd went to David Cameron’s outstanding impression of Nick Clegg (Rory Bremner recently complained about how difficult it was to do an impression of Clegg, maybe he should go round to Tory HQ for lessons). Brown got a great dig in early comparing the other two to his children arguing at bath time. Cameron then got beaten up by Clegg on the question of Europe; he couldn’t defend accusations that he was siding with the far right parties in Brussels. He did have his moment to shine when he accused Brown and Labour of lying in their election leaflets when claiming the Tories were going to make basic cuts to the NHS.  The last laugh of the evening went to Clegg, when discussing deporting illegal immigrants he said the government can’t deport them if they don’t know where they come from.

Cooper

Happily I was spared the usual nonsense of all the parties claiming they won the debate, I had to rehearse for my appearance on national television. And that’s what we did for the next hour and a half. Mock panelists asked mock questions by an audience getting all giddy at the thought of being on television.

Then the man himself appeared, David Dimbelby, he took a quick audience poll to see who won the debate and the majority went with Clegg. Sir Menzies Campbell could be spotted in the wings giving a thumbs up, to join him on the panel were Yvette Cooper, the work and pension secretary, Elfyn Llwyd, Welsh fellow if you hadn’t guessed already, leader of Plaid Cymru, Dame Ann Leslie, former journalist for The Daily Mail and William Hague, the shadow foreign secretary, who is surprisingly tall and, as we were to learn before going on air, practices judo.

Then it was lights, camera……

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