25 June 2015, 5.30 pm
On the 23rd floor of the meanest hotel in Manchester, CIPA members gather for over-priced drinks, to celebrate having learned more about the UPC and lemons in one afternoon than they could ever have believed possible. During this “happy hour”, I learn that my diary has been causing offence again, albeit largely to people who really should know better than to keep on reading it. There are concerns about reputational damage. The problem with putting your secret diary on the internet is that anyone might stumble across it. And then they might think that the CIPA Pee is a bumbling numpty, or worse, that CIPA is full of bumbling numpties, because they might not understand that someone who writes about herself as a bumbling numpty probably doesn’t really believe she is one but just wants to cheer other people up. Perhaps it is time to stop writing rubbish and start being a proper serious Pee after all. Perhaps it is unwise in these days of social media to try being humorous, in case the humour gets into the wrong hands. On Twitter® I have just over 180 followers, and on my blog, the princely total of 11. With those levels of exposure, you can’t be too careful.
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