Over at Soccerlens: A quick bit from me on the probable demise of Leigh Genesis.
It’s never nice to see fans suffer, and in this case it’s really hard seeing how the club can survive, but it’s really not a massive surprise they’re now in such a massive financial mess.
Two excellent, interesting, a very different posts that are worth flagging up.
Firstly, Sarah Evans on Mashable on the ten best social media tools for journalists and PRs. It’s a bit US centric but there’s a couple of the list I use from time to time, and I’d especially love to get more people into working with wikis, as there’s so much potential there.
Even if you’re not planning on using any of them, it’s worth a look just to get an idea of the tools and sites that are available.
Pesky things, terrorists. They have a habit of misappropriating everyday useful objects like cars, rucksacks and fertiliser for their own nefarious means and now, if a report from the US Army is to be believed, they’ve now added Twitter to that list.
The story, which circulated earlier in the week, brought a predictable amount of sarcasm from Twitter users (or at least the ones on my stream). It’s quite possible they use Twitter – and Facebook and MySpace and other social media communities.
You’re the leader of a country going through an almost unprecedented economic crisis, so naturally the most pressing thing for the Prime Minister to do is let the world know that Russell Brand and Jonathan Ross are “inappropriate and unacceptable”.
Still, it’s nice to know that both Gordon Brown and David Cameron have got their fingers on the pulse of matters of national interest. You know the situation’s gone beyond parody when politicians starts getting involved. Sachsgate would have probably stilled rolled along at a jolly old speed without any ministerial intervention.
At Soccerlens. Two trips to North London yield one Harry Redknapp, some fear, some loathing in Barnet and more than a smidgen of optimism from Tottenham fans.
Tomorrow night will be the third football match I’ll have attended in four days, and a third completely different type of football in the process.
On Saturday there was a trip up the Northern Line to watch Exeter beat Barnet 1-0 and go third in League 2 in the process.
Yesterday was a visit to White Hart Lane to watch ‘Arry Redknapp’s new charges take on a woeful Bolton team that could have been defeated by either of the two sides I saw the day before.
The weblog is dead, long live the blog. Or, if you’re Paul Boutin, who wrote an obituary for blogging at Wired magazine the other day, blogging is just dead and we should bury it now:
“Thinking about starting your own blog? Here’s some friendly advice: Don’t. And if you’ve already got one, pull the plug.”
Blimey, that’s a cheerful start to the day, and the prognosis just gets worse:
Soccerlens. Looking forward to the Fourth Qualifying Round of the FA Cup. And there is a lot to look forward to.
Qwitter’s launch last week seems to have thrown the Twittersphere (God, what a horrible world) temporarily, as plenty of the site’s users suddenly find themselves in a bit of an etiquette dilemma.
Basically, Qwitter’s an application that sends you a quick email whenever anybody unfollows you, along with your last Tweet. Kind of like one of those ridiculous exit interviews companies insist on putting you through. Or the kind of social media tool that neurotic recent singletons, who pour over every minute of a a failed relationship, would love.
Memes are great. Not necessarily for the insights they provide, but for the fact that even though I’m wittering on about precious little it still shows that I’ve posted something, possibly intelligent, thereby reminding people I’m still alive. Those who mainly come here for arbitrary ponderings on the jaffa cake/biscuit debate will be happy because it follows in this glorious tradition, while the heavy media types who (I like to imagine) read this blog, will click on their RSS readers, go “God, he’s talking shite again,” and quickly mark it as read, thereby saving themselves a valuable few minutes. Everybody’s a winner.