We do it in real life. Why don’t we do it more online?
Thoughts about social media
Gone phishin’
It happens even to the best of us, but that honestly doesn’t make me feel any better about it.
Not going viral
What makes for a popular post? If the stats are anything to go by, I have little idea.
WhatsApp: The Saga Continues
We’d really, really like to bring our WhatsApp newsletter back. But not at any cost.
A storm in a pint glass
Does Tim Martin have a point in closing down Wetherspoon’s social media channels?
Whose data is it, anyway?
And why are we so willing to turn a blind eye to what happens with it?
“Provides support”. Or not.
Those Twitter designations aren’t as useful as you’d think.
Live from our text commentator
Memories of two glorious years as a sports ‘reporter’.
Still using Facebook? How retro of you…
I’ve not posted an update since 1 January. Who’s noticed?
My first WhatsApp message
I’d installed WhatsApp because CIPR Y&L have started using it for promotions and news. But I forgot that it scans your contacts to see who else is using it. Yesterday I opened the app to find a week-old message from someone.
Moral: always uninstall apps you have no intention of using.
The year we failed to make contact
Yes! It’s another ‘technology fail’ story…
I’m on Instagram?
Well… apparently I am. I don’t remember doing this at all.
A Facebook Fast
I gave up Facebook for Lent. What did I learn?
Why Facebook isn’t *sociable* media
Where is Facebook heading? And will we ever get there with all the app requests?
Six degrees of Facebook
The world’s getting smaller, that’s for sure.
Facebook v Real Life
I still don’t know what the fuss is about. Facebook, I mean.
Facebook. What’s the fuss?
Okay, I’ll give it a go. Everyone else seems to be joining!
And so it begins…
I’m doing a course, and the discussion turned to online communications and blogs and suchlike. Me being me, I mentioned that I’d set up a few of these things in the past… then had to admit that no, actually, I don’t have a blog of my own.
Well, now I do. There’s one born every second, apparently; who am I to swim against the crowd?