Occasionally, of course, you can get the comportments dreadfully wrong. Genius comedy writer David Quantick* was clearly watching something on the television and wrote “Fuck off, Quirky” on Twitter. Beings as how my online moniker is Skirky - which sounds a bit similar - I replied quickly with “Calm down, Qu’unty”. I know – oh my aching sides - do you see what I did there? Even to the point of popping the apostrophe in the middle? I had an immediate response – one of the people who does follow me (the erstwhile presenter of Lloyd Cole Knew My Father and The Rough Guide, and TV script fixer-upper extraordinaire is not in this category - I imagine he’s got much better things to do with his time) ‘favourited’ the tweet. “Good” I thought, “At least someone got that, then”.
I checked in with one of my regular online Forum haunts this morning over coffee to see that as well as the regular public badinage - mostly about the Folk Awards and this year’s Cropredy line up - I had a personal message. “Is that you fighting with Quantick over on Twitter, Shane?” it read. Uh oh. So I checked. There it was “@Quantick : Hi. Go Fuck Yourself”.
Ah. Should I do my ‘Grumpy old man’ joke here? Too much?