SPANG!
"So," she asked, "Tell me EVERYTHING about New Media."

"Well," I started, "Well..."

I was on the way to the station, jumping on a train to London with a colleague to find out how we can use social media at work. And, as we made our way there, she wanted me to fill in a few gaps in her knowledge.

Like any big-headed male, I was all too ready to oblige.

"Well..." I started, preparing to fill her in on the emergence of Twitter, the rise of Facebook and the growing diversity of Apps which allow just about anybody to do just about anything.

"Well..."

S P A N G !

Straight into a fucking lamp post.

I staggered around a bit, muttering the word "Well..." under my breath, trying - and failing - to regain what was left of my senses.

She laughed.

A group of girls from the Posh School laughed.

Some passers-by laughed.

They all laughed.

And continued to laugh.

All the way to London and all they way back again.

"Well..."
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 17 Dec 2009, 13:09, Reply)