Mike Gryffyd wasn't much use on social media. Only time he went viral was when he caught Spanish flu.
Others unfriended him like the plague. After a three-week gap online, Mike’s heart lifted to a query from a seeming sympathiser – “Done anything interesting lately?”
He keyed: “I’ve been worshipping the great god of procrastination. A sort of homage to catatonia, as Orwell might have said on a quiet day.”
A solecism too far. No one would chat now.
And all Mike wanted was to be part of Facebook’s 1.55 billion community. A world in union, as it were.
Others unfriended him like the plague. After a three-week gap online, Mike’s heart lifted to a query from a seeming sympathiser – “Done anything interesting lately?”
He keyed: “I’ve been worshipping the great god of procrastination. A sort of homage to catatonia, as Orwell might have said on a quiet day.”
A solecism too far. No one would chat now.
And all Mike wanted was to be part of Facebook’s 1.55 billion community. A world in union, as it were.
