Twank You

Now first of all don’t get too excited about the title of this blog. For once it is not about “Stopping the Rapture” as you might expect. It is actually me saying Thank You in Twitter-speak. You must have noticed that you can make a Twitter word by just replacing the first one or two letters of a word with the letters TW (I’m still not sure what you call a member of Twitter you consider a Tw*t though). I will admit that I may be wrong with using this phrase to thank somebody though, so if I was you I would be a bit wary about Twanking somebody, or offering your sincerest Twanks, or they may be expecting something you are not prepared to offer!

So why indeed am I “Twanking” you (& yes I am offering you) in this blog you may be asking yourself (well if you are reading it, otherwise I doubt the thought has crossed your mind) the answer is because today it is 3 years since I joined the phenomenon that is Twitter. I have explained many times why I joined and what you can expect if you join (just click on the Twitter tag at the bottom to read these) but today I want to say a huge big

THANK YOU

To each and every one of the people who followed me and who I have followed, to the Followers, Friends, Pretend Personalities, Spammers, Fakers, Unfollowers, Blockers and everyone in between, it has been a pleasure interacting with you because you have kept me very entertained over the past Three years

You have made me laugh, you have made me cry, you have lifted me out of down moods, you have turned me on, turned me off, you have annoyed me, you have upset me, you have given me even more confidence, you have made me dream about you, you have made me be funny, and best of all you have made me Happy.

This sounds a bit like I am leaving Twitter, but there is no chance of that happening as far as I can see. I enjoy our interactions too much. Where else can you talk about wanking with such reckless abandon? Where else can you tell people you paint cats blue? Where else can you drunkenly try to talk to people about your night out? Where else can you invent new games like the Piss Olympics and tell people about how you are going to shove an onion up your bosses arse? – you don’t have to answer these questions they are merely rhetorical!

I should point out that I do actually have a great “real” life too, and my number of tweets is more to do with the fact that I enjoy your company than the fact that I sit in a room all day either tweeting or wanking!

Saying that I hope that over the past few of years I have done what I intended to do on Twitter. To make you laugh & keep you entertained, to be somebody you feel you can chat to whether you were feeling up, down (or even bent over ;-D), and to be somebody who will reply to anybody. I might not be to the taste of everybody but who is? Without sounding like a big head I think I am a pretty decent, genuine person and I hope that comes across on Twitter.

So whether we speak often or have never tweeted each other before feel free to tweet me anytime. I always try to reply, although given the number of people I follow I do sometimes miss tweets or am slow replying, so never think I am being ignorant. Most of all never take me too seriously because I am mainly about having a laugh and a bit of banter.

And now as I look back on almost 115,000 tweets over three years (though technically more like 2 & a half years) I hope I will be still going strong in on 6th July 2014 on my 5th Anniversary and I hope that you will still be along for the ride.

Lots of love, hugs, kisses from a really big Twanker
@Gazabell

It's My Twarty & I'll Cry (with laughter) If I Want To

Hello there fair readers of my blog. You are in for another treat from the legend that is Dame @WinceyWillis1 today as she has kindly let me host her latest blog, about her 1st Twitterversary and how she chose to celebrate it.

Enjoy

@Gazabell

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17^th August will never be the same again.

Obviously I have no recollection of my first birthday but I have of my first anniversary on twitter. Not for the entire time you understand, around 3.30am it gets a bit blurred.

I decided I wanted to celebrate with the people I have become closest to, who are also the most fun. The idea of a Twarty soon took over. I worked out how many I could accommodate, this was to be a 2 day event, and invited those who had helped me from the very beginning. Those who discreetly put me on the right path if I was committing a Twitter faux pas. Those who had made me welcome and accepted from the start.

I was told by non twitter friends that I was barking, inviting ‘strangers’ to stay. I had only met two of them before, but I had spoken often on the ‘phone to the others. They asked if they should call to check on me. I refused one of my closest friend when she asked if she could come. I explained it was a Twarty strictly for tweeps. I didn’t want to spend most of the evening explaining in jokes.

I had a purple shiny balloon with TWARTY written on it in silver, tied to the hedge at the bottom of my drive. Wonder what the neighbours thought? Fortunately they are far enough away, so mayhem could ensue. My guests had taken time off work, which I really appreciated, midweek isn’t a usual time for a party. This was no ordinary party, a Twarty had to be on the actual anniversary day.

The sun was shining and we spent the first few hours on the patio with raucous laughter echoing across the fields. There are certain people who bring a mood to a room as soon as they enter, I was blessed with the best bringers of joy and laughter anyone could wish for. Innuendo became the accepted form of communication.

There was a double mattress to be blown up and the thing that inflates tyres if plugged into a cigarette lighter didn’t work. Don’t think I have to be too specific about the jokes this particular task spawned, when it was done by taking turns.

There was enough alcohol to re-float the Titanic, food was on hand all the time. Not me doing a Nigella but very obliging caterers had delivered earlier.

Twarty Rules were spelled out on a welcome notice.

Thou shalt get pissed

Thou shalt have fun

Thou shalt eat lots

Thou shalt give hostess regular hugs

For those hell bent on an early demise there is

Cancer Corner outside (Illustrated with a coffin)

We had a caption competition and a Karaoke machine, as I knew one of my guests was particularly brilliant at that. Of course the rest of us soon turned it into a sound track of drunks being thrown out of a club in the small hours.

On the first night bodies were sleeping all over. It looked like the opening shot of a movie after the population had been gassed. I must point out that at no time did anything untoward occur. Although I suspect many song writers would disagree.

The bottle count was unbelievable. I would need the whole boot of the car when I went to recycle them. Remarkably only two guests had Ibuprofen as a first course of breakfast.

I have never suffered from laughter ache before. My jaw muscles confirmed that it was one of the most fantastic times I have ever had. You may know who my guests were, I won’t name them here, as we said at the time, ‘What goes on at the twarty stays at the twarty’. I hope we will always be friends.

I love Twitter.

WinceyWillis ©

29^th August 2011