TWITTER: It’s aptly named. (Which probably means I’ll have an account soon).
An essential tool for communicating with friends in the modern age or an electronic world inhabited by egotistical individuals sad enough to believe anyone is interested in their thoughts on Jordan’s latest squeeze. I’ll let you decide.
But what even Luddites like myself and those who enjoy whirling around cyberspace can agree on is that networking sites are a minefield for folk in the public eye.
Wales assistant Raymond Verheijen and Newcastle players Stephen Ireland and Leon Best will certainly testify to that having been caught-out making ill-advised comments or, in the latter’s case, posing for the cameras at the local Tup Tup nightclub. (Shouldn’t that be ‘Tucked up?’)
Verheijen, correctly, was reprimanded by Gary Speed for appearing to label Spurs as “amateurs” during a rant about Gareth Bale’s hamstring.
But I’m still at a loss to understand why Ireland and Best had to issue an apology for venturing out a night before a match they were both due to miss through injury? Surely a word with Alan Pardew would have sufficed?
However, proposing such an idea ignores our capacity for moral indignation whenever a suitable moment arises. (i.e. not one which causes those offended time, trouble or expense but does offer the prospect of some publicity).
Footballers are not always the easiest of folk to feel sorry for.
But most of us can relax without being targeted by some saddo videoing our exploits on their mobile and posting it on the internet together with a rant about how we should have been in bed clutching a cup of hot milk instead.
Just as pathetic are the club officials who feel they have to pander to these snitches rather than growing a pair and telling them to stick their Blackberrys where the sun doesn’t shine.
If geuine offence has been caused then deal with the matter accordingly. But in most cases they haven’t. Just the strange sensibilities of cyberspace curtain-twitchers.