I am Web 2.0

This morning my transition to a social media / web 2.0 convert became complete. I was erm, performing my morning ablutions and reading a book of Jeremy Clarkson’s articles, written for The Sunday Times, when it happened. (Note to ladies: The act itself takes no longer than your own, the reason we spend so long in there is because we have to get to the end of a chapter, or to an appropriate pause in the book we’re reading.)

The contents of the particular article are immaterial, but it was a subject I know a lot about and as I was reading it my mind performed a trick that men’s minds can only do occasionally, and only seemingly, first thing in the morning whilst sat on the toilet. It split into two halves, one continuing to read the article, while the other started forming the words of my brilliant opinion on his points, which would also add greatly to the overall debate.

I reached the end on the crest of a wave of excitement, and looked for the comment button. My razor sharp, early morning synapses took a moment to register the fact that books don’t have comment buttons.

I am now part of the collective. I am Web 2.0.

The book is a cracker, by the way: Born to Be Riled

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