What happened to the Rishi Sunak I knew at school?
But, unless they have time to write a personal letter to everyone, it’s difficult for British parents to update people on their lives without coming across as preposterous or self-important. The children in these families have no such problem, however — for they have adopted completely new ways of staying in touch with vast circles of near-friends.
The simplest and hence most interesting of these is called Twitter — found at http://twitter.com. This free service allows you to post (online or by text message) nuggets of personal breaking news in real time which your friends can follow. http://twitter.com/stephenfry is a well-known and popular example of this. My own minor effort is at http://twitter.com/rorysutherland.
Each little news update (called a ‘tweet’) is limited to a maximum of 140 characters, which keeps everything mercifully brief. Because these little bulletins appear in real time, they reflect daily life as it is really lived, rather than with the selective gloss of a year’s hindsight. So John’s receiving ‘Nobel Prize’ may be followed by ‘Trapped by baggage handlers’ strike at Stockholm airport’.
At times, twittering has proved extraordinarily potent, as at http://snipurl.com/9ruq0 where you can see Twitter coverage of the Mumbai attacks. Barack Obama twittered throughout his campaign. It’s now widely used by organisations: the Los Angeles Fire Department (http://twitter.com/LAFD) uses the service to provide updates during forest fires; at a more prosaic level, there are Twitter feeds for London Tube lines (for instance http://twitter.com/jubileeline). And, after fiddling around with a few feed services, I’ve even got The Spectator to twitter at http://twitter.com/The_Spectator.
Most of you (and almost all of you over the age of 50) will hate this on sight. But it does deserve a little attention simply because it is a casual mode of broadcast communication which simply could not have existed 20 years ago. And while most people almost certainly don’t have a good novel in them, everyone can occasionally manage a good short observation, aphorism or joke.
‘I asked the saleswoman in the bookstore where the self-help section was. She said if she told me it would defeat the purpose.’
‘Getting off the Eurostar at Ashford — I mean literally, not as a euphemism for coitus interruptus.’
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