The other week I had to laugh at (and applaud) the court’s decision with regards to poor ol’ Sally Bercow’s silly tweet fiasco. Why, the decision almost restored my faith in our beleaguered legal system. It appears, however, that I’m perhaps in the minority as many feel she’s in fact a ‘twitter martyr’ and her blatant libelling of (the somewhat odious) Lord McAlpine is a blow against free speech. So, adding a hashtag and a smiley face makes it acceptable to imply that someone is a paedophile. What rot! Equating the freedom of speech to 140 sarcastic, bullying characters is ridiculous.

Personally, I’ve never tweeted and don’t intend to start anytime soon. It appears to me to be a tedious and repetitive form of communication, a poor excuse for conversation. I, for one, have no desire to know what individuals have had for their breakfast, what they intend to cook for their tea, or how quickly the whole of their dietary intake passes through their collective digestive systems. So there.

I’m Carl - my phone isn’t smart, I’ve never sent a tweet, I'll never pose for a selfie, and I’m not my son's friend on Facebook. In fact, I’m no-one’s friend on Facebook. I read, I digest and I regurgitate with my spin on the things that matter. To me.

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