I know I’m a little late to the party but as a result of much persuasion by my son Gary I’ve finally relented and signed up to Instagram. #gmdeakin if you want to know.
I managed to avoid Facebook and Twitter, neither of them particularly appealed to me. I was put off Facebook by a mate who, when I said I had perhaps 6 close friends, meaning friends that I know I can go to, and they to me, in a crisis, he claimed to have 354. I tried to explain to him that I was not talking about friends on Facebook but he didn’t seem to understand.
I’ve got to say I quite like Instagram. It’s quite addictive and it’s somewhere for me to put my Edge articles. I post something new most days and I enjoy when followers like my photo or words.
Don’t get me wrong, there are some crazies on there, beautiful women half my age that fall in love with me instantly and who after half a dozen exchanges with me want me to pay for their plane ticket from The Ivory Coast to the UK so we can be together. Do people really still fall for that shit?
So there you have it, dipping my toe in social media after all these years. Whatever next? Dogging I shouldn’t wonder!
