Yikes! It's amazing the twits you can find on Twitter, the minimalist social networking site that's all the rage with, er, the lovely Stephen Fry among others. Having trawled around this afternoon looking for people I might know, I stumbled upon our beloved council's glorious leader! So far, he's only managed three 'tweets', viz:
Attendin Carpex 2009 at Olimpia catchin up wiv wots new in carpit tyles.
Nice bit of stake for tea. Luvverly! and
Shoppin in the Edinburrer Wool Mills for tartan trews. Hope I dont bump into Iris!
So far I'm the only person following his stream of consciousness, but if you want to be there yourself when the cogs whirr do sign up for Twotter and pop him on your list. Please do. It'll make me feel less like a stalker.
Speaking of which, I appear to have attracted my very own celebrity stalker on Twatter. Tracey Slag-Mingah tweets as 'Eastcliff Tracy' and seems to be following my every move. Describing herself as 'millionaire's playmate and soxkitten', her more printable contributions have so far included:
Great - I see my soulmate and millionaire has got his old Throbber out, I want a ride on that RIGHT NOW!
Measured his 'thing' this morning. One and a quarter inches. Perhaps he should be called Justin? But he does try with it! The best he can and
Oh no, ECR is bashing away at me fanni innit! Still it will all be over in 2 mins IF he can last that long! Just time for a bag of crisps.
Crumbs! I'd better get my security consultant Fat Kev on the case toute de suite!