I’ve taken to twittering. Not like a duck to water, you understand; you either get it or you don’t and I’m not sure that I do, so I’m not waving but bobbing. You follow someone doing something funereal and potentially interesting and chances are you get a torrent of repetitious, self-serving chimp-jabber. So having bobbed for a while I have now unfollowed not only the bores but also the glutinously mawkish. Most of them. Who wants to listen to people talking about themselves the whole time?
There’s potential in the twittersphere for a community of thanatophiles who inform and delight each other with news and views to flock together, so I’ll carry on chirping for a while and see how it goes. Apart from anything else it’s a good place to share news items that are too small to blog about.
Here, for example, are some of my yesterday’s tweets:
Feed me up before I go-go. I’m never sure about the ethics of this sort of thing: http://bit.ly/hegjda
Good piece on wonderfully mad William Price, father of cremation. His last words? Give me champagne! http://bit.ly/dToGjw
John Hicklenton died at Dignitas. Amongst his final words: “MS you’ve met someone you shouldn’t have f***** with”.http://bit.ly/gjFCpH
Funeral: A traditional grieving ceremony in which the family of the deceased mourns the loss of a $5,000 casket. http://bit.ly/e9uIcA
I see Funeralcare’s offering £18K for a degree holding marketing person. Jayz, you’d have to be desperate. Tossers.http://bit.ly/gl6ZnK
“Leave the ‘big chains’ behind and find a smaller, family-owned service.” Got to be the best advice every time. http://bit.ly/dGQ1rk
There’s a fine line and a big difference between activity and distraction. I’ve yet to convince myself that twittering amounts to activity. You think? You tweet?