Saturday, 29 August 2009

A Social Networking Tweet

OK, now, I have been a member of Facebook and Twitter for some time, and I have built up a collection of just short of a hundred friends. Yeah, I know, my son has over 2oo friends and some people have even more. Here’s my question: Do these people know these “friends” or are they just random people that they have selected? I tend to ignore “friend requests” from people that I don’t know, but how many people will accept, thinking that they have just made a new friend, or maybe it was someone I used to know and forgot about? Or is it the league table of friends? I have more friends than you so I must be better.

Also I have noticed a propensity for people to have conversations through their Facebook status with people that are probably sitting right next to them. And it is generally really soppy messages. The kind that make you reach for the bucket and yak your intestines out. These people would not have these conversations in public so why do they feel that all their friends want to share it? You see, i tell my wife that I love her, I don’t feel the need to do it through a third party

So now I have alienated campers, Skegnness, facebook and social networking. Who’s next?

Thursday, 20 August 2009

East of Eden

Now, some of you may have noticed that I am not a great fan of sleeping under canvas ( if you hadn’t noticed then give yourself a slap and go and read my earlier blog, naughty person!). So when Mrs Giant68 decided that we would have a break away I started to get a bit nervous. But we decided we would drive around the east of the country, a region that neither of us had been to.

Well, it was a very nice part of the world, in places. We went to Skegness and noticed, please don’t take offence if you live in or, indeed, like Skegness, that Skegness has cornered the market for tattoo ink and gold sovereign rings. To say that it may be the capital of the Chav universe could be an understatement. Strange, then, that just down the road from Skegness is the Gibraltar Point nature reserve. This has to be one of the most amazing places on the face of the planet. Miles of grassland and sand dunes leading down to a huge beach. If I had known it was going to be this good i would have ignored skeggy and gone straight here. Some may say that the wind turbines that are out in the sea spoil the view but I quite liked it.

We visited stately homes, travelled in cable cars and drove somewhere in the region of a thousand miles over the course of the week. Then we ended up in Wilmslow. I know, Wilmslow is on the other side of the country. But my cousin lives there, among the WAGS and the footballers and coked up celebs. Fortunately the above qualifications do not apply to her and her husband. We spent the weekend cornering the market for alcohol and food. What a way to finish the holiday.