Anyway, I was musing on this, back walking Bobby after a few pleasant days working in Swansea. And I was thinking, god I need to write something, my website is dying. Think, man, think. Bobby meanwhile had found a big stick, well more of a trunk really, and with no little effort had settled upon it as his trophy for the day. It was at least 4 feet long and 8 inches round. He struggled with it three miles home, for he is nothing if not a trier.
And I thought, yes, this is it. Damn, why don't I ever have my phone with me when I need it. A blog post created itself in front of me. Instagram look out – twitter retweet-tastic – my moment in the social media spotlight. “Things are getting a bit sticky...”
First a selfie of me (my first ever) holding a small stick in between my teeth. The caption - “Call that a stick?” And, yes, I know you're ahead of me, but here the brilliance of the moment comes not in the solution but in its appreciation, then a photo of Bobby with a tree trunk in his mouth captioned - “This is a stick”.
Alas, my fifteen seconds of social media fame, this very blog post, was ruined by Bobby who, as I ran into the house to get my phone, spat out his tree in blessed relief of a good job well done and simply refused to put it in his mouth again...