This week is the ultimate dead calm week in politics. Virtually everyone’s away, and if they’re not away, they’re sitting around their offices watching the olympics on the internet and playing fake scrabble on facebook. How can politics compete with beach volleyball and word games?
It can’t, obviously, even though one of the less well known benefits of winning the next general election will be the chance to watch the 2012 Beach Volleyball from the windows of number ten.
Eyes on the prize guys, eyes on the prize.
Still, even I find it difficult to be excited by political shenanigans in August.
Which is why it’s the perfect time to sack your deputy, eh Boris? Odd story that, and the official line from Team Boris is so obviously laughably untrue you can’t help but think there’s more to come out.
Until it does, though, It’s time to get back to the all important subject of August timewasting. I have a confession to make about facebook. I signed up to it months ago, updated it for a while and then forgot about the wonderful world of social networking.. until today.
As I was working from home, and therefore available to be distracted by eanything the internet had to offer, I remembered about my facebook account, realised I’d forgotten my log in, and then saw all my facebook emails wee going to an old email account, so I hadn’t seen them. As a result I now have some dozens of emails, friend requests and threads that I have not responded to.
So If I’ve snubbed you on facebook, please accept my apologies. It was not intentional, I swear.
My blanking people via the internet is especially poor form for me, because I have an odd phobia – I never added people as facebook friends, because what if they didn’t want to be my friend? The rejection would be horrific. So I feel doubly bad for accidentally rejecting lots of other people.
Now I can’t be bothered to wade through all the requests. All those “confirm friends” buttons depress me. To be honest, I don’t get the point of facebook. I suppose it’d be useful If I wanted to check out if my friends friends were attractive and single, but I don’t. Honest.
Facebook would also be amusing if my friends wrote newsworthy facebook entries, but sadly none of them write things like “Trevor is meeting his mistress for an adulterous early afternoon sex session” or “Dmitiri is debating illegally invading a neighbouring state”. No, I get to read news about what they ate for lunch, or how happy they are at some current event.
Mind you, even worse are the pretentious thesaurus rifflers who compose minature odes about their everyday tediums, or try to out do Dorothy Parker with the one line witticisms. I confess I was one of these until I realised that “Hopi is Hopping” was not the devastating bon mot I’d dreamed of.
Oh well, I’ll probably sort through it all tomorrow.
Oh god, I’ve just realised this blog post is like one of those dreadful fillers Sunday paper columnists write when they can’t think of anything useful to say. Damn. That’s bad. Oh well. At least you can take comfort from the fact that I’m not being paid for this lazy incompetence.