How Time Flies

The 17^th of August 2012 was my 2^nd Anniversary on twitter. What a year it has been, over 69700 tweets gives you an idea of my involvement. My ‘gang’ has grown so much 8350 at last register call J. You are lovely followers, keeping me informed and so entertained. I do a lot of LOLs. It is not all laughs, I find myself crying over some sad tweet. Injustice makes me sad and angry. I try to be kind.

Have to admit that I am somewhat of an addict and do miss it if I am unable to access it. As in ordinary life, certain things do drive me potty in the Twitterverse but as in this world we learn to ignore them. I have made such good friends here. We meet regularly and always keep in touch. I often have them as my house guests and have experienced great hospitality from them.

Contrary to popular belief I do not spend much of the day with a glass of Merlot in my hand. One tweeter posted “I can’t open a bottle of wine without thinking of you”! I suppose that‘s flattering. Another said “I have been in love with this woman since I was a teenager. I nearly turned out straight because of her!” I would never complain about being loved, I am grateful.

I am extremely lucky to have so many followers of all ages and persuasions. I was honoured to do the ‘Alternative Queen’s Speech’ at Christmas on Gaydar Radio. We had such fun. I do get shocked sometimes at how explicit some tweets are. Not just sex related ones. One post said “Almost wiped my bum with my scarf”. I did laugh but do we really need to know that? “I found a grey pube this morning, hope it isn’t mine”, was a @colindobson gem. @JaseJordan made me roar with laughter when he posted “Bought a packet of Tesco finest sausages today. On the packet was a photo of Anthony Worral Thomson and underneath it said prick with a fork”.  @MooseAllain a brilliant prolific tweeter has the right idea, “Of course the majority of our tweets go to landfill”.

I met @harry_moseley on twitter. I could not have predicted what an influence an 11yr old boy could have on me. He was the bravest, funniest, cheekiest most inspirational person I have ever met. When Harry was in a coma in intensive care in hospital I joked with him to try and get a response. I told him I would give him loads of lipstick kisses to make the nurses jealous. He did squeeze my hand but we couldn’t be sure it was related. I watched in awe the love and dedication from his family and the hospital staff. He had raised £500,000 before he died. Imagine what he would have achieved had he lived. His Mum Georgie labours tirelessly to keep his dream alive. I am honoured to be part of it.

You may have noticed how much I love wildlife. It is my pleasure to answer your questions concerning some of the photos I post. I have recently been part of a fascinating project to raise money for teenage cancer via @3hundredand65 .They have people adding one tweet each day across the year to a fantasy story which they illustrate. It will be a very extraordinary book. Twitter can be such a force for good.

I am a very lucky person I do not have any relatives but I do have a lot of amazing friends. It would be nice to have one special person in my life. If it is meant to be it will happen. In the mean time I enjoy every day. I try to keep fit I want to be around for many more years.

Wincey Willis

@Winceywillis1