I’ve been following the saga of the two poor fellows caught up in the twittering twot recently. I am, of course, talking about Stephen Fry and @brumplum.

We twitterers are setting ourselves up for similar lashings, it’s just that most of us don’t have the following for it to qualify an eighth page headline in the Sunday Times. If this kind of social networking is to be our future (and I firmly believe it will be) then we all have to develop hides as thick as mamouths to cope with all those out there who are different from us or hold alternative views.

Personally I shiver at the thought of having nearly one million strangers hanging on my every word and I hold SF in the highest esteem for coping the way he does. And Mr Plum from Brum gets a splash of sympathy too for using the ‘b’ word (boring) to describe a fraction of SF’s twits.

If I could boast a personality with a ‘boring’ factor as miniscule as that of Stephen Fry then I would run around the streets naked juggling eggs whilst being caught on camera by the twits who would call me ‘perverted’. Put plainly if no part of what we did or said was ever boring, how would we be able to judge when something we did or said was interesting?

We must all start to live in this new world of instant opinions and opportunities to share them with a mantra that might be: “If you have nothing to say, say nothing; if you have something to say, say something”, or else give yourself an emotional labotomy and say or do what the hell you like!