Ok, so now it's ALL about twitter. You'll find my pearls of wisdom and fuckwittery in equal proportion if you follow @GrumpyBlokesUK.
Later Mugs, GJ
Monday 9 December 2013
Tuesday 26 February 2013
Twitter and other new stuff
Yes, yes I'm on Twitter. My twitter handle is @GrocerJackUK. Well it seemed as good as any. I originally started off with ChelseaXXXX, where XXXX is my real name but decided after a while that all anybody expected was Chelsea FC related tweets, when in fact like all budding egotist writers, deep down we want to be taken a bit seriously and be seen as having more dimensions that just bloody football.
Even if football is the thing I seem to tweet and write about more than anything else. So, here's my sort of promise to anyone who has been arsed to lift an eyelid and read this once popular blog, it will be a reasonably football free zone. I say reasonably because sadly I'm now 51 approaching 52 and that means about 42 years of my life have been spent wallowing in despair with regard to Chelsea FC. Even now, just 9 short months after winning the biggest club trophy in European football the idiots in charge at Chelsea have reduced us to a laughing stock and the worst defending European Champions seen to date.
Anyway the point is, I'm on Twitter. I didn't get it, but now I do, and what has struck me is how addictive and powerful it is. It's such a good and quick way to get snippets of news or opinion on things that interest you. I can ask people about a specific item I might be buying and get a view on how good or bad it is. This sort of crowd-sourcing has a genuine chance of putting consumers back in the driving seat instead of believing the marketing bullshit of the manufacturers. Similarly the power of twitter means that governments and people in power can no longer lie to people or try to cover things up. yes, of course Twitter is open to abuse from trolls. yes, people can be falsely branded as criminals, liars etc. But in it's own way that sort of thing is almost self healing. The power of Twitter does show that the majority view, the decent accumulation of opinion from decent people wins in the end.
The silent majority no longer have to be silent.
Try it, you might like it.
Later Mugs, GJ
Even if football is the thing I seem to tweet and write about more than anything else. So, here's my sort of promise to anyone who has been arsed to lift an eyelid and read this once popular blog, it will be a reasonably football free zone. I say reasonably because sadly I'm now 51 approaching 52 and that means about 42 years of my life have been spent wallowing in despair with regard to Chelsea FC. Even now, just 9 short months after winning the biggest club trophy in European football the idiots in charge at Chelsea have reduced us to a laughing stock and the worst defending European Champions seen to date.
Anyway the point is, I'm on Twitter. I didn't get it, but now I do, and what has struck me is how addictive and powerful it is. It's such a good and quick way to get snippets of news or opinion on things that interest you. I can ask people about a specific item I might be buying and get a view on how good or bad it is. This sort of crowd-sourcing has a genuine chance of putting consumers back in the driving seat instead of believing the marketing bullshit of the manufacturers. Similarly the power of twitter means that governments and people in power can no longer lie to people or try to cover things up. yes, of course Twitter is open to abuse from trolls. yes, people can be falsely branded as criminals, liars etc. But in it's own way that sort of thing is almost self healing. The power of Twitter does show that the majority view, the decent accumulation of opinion from decent people wins in the end.
The silent majority no longer have to be silent.
Try it, you might like it.
Later Mugs, GJ
Thursday 21 February 2013
New Everything
New site, new look, new Jack?
Well maybe not. Still griping on about life and how shite the modern version is. Although I guess compared to previous versions it's all a bit of a doddle really. I mean, yes of course I have to get up early to go to work. But I get out of a warm bed into a hot shower and not off of a wooden bench with a hair blanket to go and toil in a field full of horse shit and mud. Yes I have to go through the rigmarole of eating a 'healthy' breakfast of muesli and yoghurt with orange juice when all I want is a full English. But again I could be getting up and eating half a mangy old carrot saved from yesterday. Or some 3 week old oats crawling with lovely little weevils, doused in un-pasteurised warm slightly off milk. Yes of course I have to drive 46 miles to work. But it's not on horseback in the open with howling wind and rain. No, I'm in a Volvo with the heating on, listening to my DAB radio.
Yes, of course I then have to do what others want and play the corporate games to please others and keep myself gainfully employed so I can pay the bills and try and enjoy some sort of luxury now and then, take holidays in the sun and play golf and go to football and drink decent beer in the pub once a week with friends. But even that's better than toiling in a field of shit and mud all day long, hands torn to shreds, clothes smelling like a cows arse with dysentery because I've nothing to change into or even wash in. Just to please a vindictive landowner who taxes me for living and whips and beats me in a non-enjoyable non-sexual way.
Modern life is shit. But it's a mild baby smelling shit compared to what went before. So I should be grateful.
But I'm not.
Later Mugs, GJ
Well maybe not. Still griping on about life and how shite the modern version is. Although I guess compared to previous versions it's all a bit of a doddle really. I mean, yes of course I have to get up early to go to work. But I get out of a warm bed into a hot shower and not off of a wooden bench with a hair blanket to go and toil in a field full of horse shit and mud. Yes I have to go through the rigmarole of eating a 'healthy' breakfast of muesli and yoghurt with orange juice when all I want is a full English. But again I could be getting up and eating half a mangy old carrot saved from yesterday. Or some 3 week old oats crawling with lovely little weevils, doused in un-pasteurised warm slightly off milk. Yes of course I have to drive 46 miles to work. But it's not on horseback in the open with howling wind and rain. No, I'm in a Volvo with the heating on, listening to my DAB radio.
Yes, of course I then have to do what others want and play the corporate games to please others and keep myself gainfully employed so I can pay the bills and try and enjoy some sort of luxury now and then, take holidays in the sun and play golf and go to football and drink decent beer in the pub once a week with friends. But even that's better than toiling in a field of shit and mud all day long, hands torn to shreds, clothes smelling like a cows arse with dysentery because I've nothing to change into or even wash in. Just to please a vindictive landowner who taxes me for living and whips and beats me in a non-enjoyable non-sexual way.
Modern life is shit. But it's a mild baby smelling shit compared to what went before. So I should be grateful.
But I'm not.
Later Mugs, GJ
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