a fellow often identified making pitiful lamentations after a Poke.
a good looking net surfer. Bonnie.
content without marketing or commercial gain. RARE.
inappropriate readers to any blog post. Usually tired folk that sink their small minds into the post.
one version is ‘tossing with the pie man’, another is writing absolute cr*p.
Shove the tumblr:
to be whipped at by other bloggers.
a promise of enthusiasm. A hurry up and uttered sigh when a friend posts something unsuitable. That won’t gee, wont do.
Nab the noge:
to reply to a group message
desperate social media retreaters, not ready for any kind of mischief.
Two tweeters in unison.
Not flowers on a wall. A Wall post from a shy friend.
a wonderful storyboard. See Pinterest or Storify for blarney inspiration.
A noun-ing word; often someone who deposits unusually large comments on posts. These characters are angling for attention and should be ignored. Their efforts reveal social media as a very small pond. Likely to wear wellington boots, and have a waterproof cover for their iDevice.
Not banter. Not ranting. But bantling, you get me.
Tweeting with feet.
My outstanding father, Mike Hardey. Academic. Thinker. Sociologist. My favourite fan until 2012.
Mike Hardey was a medical sociologist. Well, he was writing and teaching students at the Hull-York Medical School (HYMS) before his sudden passing in 2012.
He was always a social theorist, since his long-haired hippie days as a student at the University of Essex, where he graduated, did his Masters and unexpectedly was left literally holding me as a babe in arms.
Covering all his research would rather satisfyingly run to thousands of pages in digital – containing primary sources covering the social history of lone-parenthood where his research commenced. And likely inspired by my arrival and our long-term survival together, just the two of us as co-conspirators.