Paranoia (Photo credit: Jordi Cucurull)
‘You shouldn’t meet up with someone you’ve met on the Internet,’ Husband advised.
I started laughing: ‘I know her real name, I know all about her life, I know where she works, and I’ve seen pictures of her.’
‘Some crazies play the long game,’ Husband teased.
‘Haha…’ But as I walked away I started picturing Billygean as a 50-year-old man, with a pot belly, and unsavoury plans for me (sorry Billygean!). Continue reading
Last week Jools Oliver confessed to keeping tabs on her husband – checking his emails, phone and Twitter, for signs of infidelity. As Jamie makes dinner ladies melt with his cheeky smile, or flirts with the checkout girls as he encourages them to ‘try something new today’, or travels the world tempting ladies with his Italian creations, is she right to snoop? Continue reading
Apparently X-ing is out of control; even the Prime Minister has been caught with his text X-ing trousers down (putting X at the end of his texts to Rebekah Brooks).
Polly Vernon, in last week’s Grazia, writes an amusing article on how we have gone too far with the ‘X’. Well, I was laughing, until I realised a guilty verdict would be reached on my own X-ing behaviour. Continue reading
‘Oh bugger. I haven’t said anything on Facebook or Twitter for a few days. I will say something today, something funny and interesting and…’
All the advice on blogging is you must have a social media presence; for ‘presence’ read regular, interesting, witty and inspiring. No pressure then. And the people I know with successful blogs do just this. Not in a pushing-their-blog-down-your-throat kinda way, but in a humourous-or-inspiring-or-intriguing-networking kinda way.
And – irrespective of the blogging dimension – I like Facebook and Twitter (although I Continue reading
It’s another busy morning on the veranda; this is rush hour Caribbean style.
The large wooden veranda goes round two sides of the house (or the gallery as the owners like to call it) and is designed to seduce local wildlife: it is Continue reading
