Wait, no, that's not right. She turned to Twitter, of course!
I've made a decision. From now on, if I need help, I'm heading straight to Twitter. I've tweeted pleas before. I once posted that I needed a job and the same afternoon got commissioned to write an article. But a few weeks ago, I discovered the true benefits of the virtual world.Awwww, how heartwarming! Was was her problem? Lost kitten? Stuck tap? Locked out of her house?
It was election day and on my way back from a lunchtime trip to the launderette I discovered a huge BNP banner had been tied to the lamp post outside my flat. My immediate reaction was to pull it down. The trouble was, I'm short and it was higher than my tallest chair could reach. So I sent out a tweet. Could anyone help me tear down this monstrosity?Ah.
I pondered the idea of knocking door-to-door until I found a ladder-owning resident, but it's a busy main road where people are closely guarded and don't stop and chat. Then I spotted my immediate neighbour who's exceptionally tall. When I told him about the banner and the fact I needed help, he laughed and went indoors.Well, yes, after all, he perhaps quite sensibly reasoned it was a legitimate political party so who was he to help you censor them?
I was contacted by a local councillor and a member of another political party, who advised that I should deal with the issue legally.Did they? Spoilsports!
Finally I got it. The tweet that saved the day. A message from a stranger to say assistance was on the way. Sure enough, two gentlemen promptly arrived with a ladder in tow. I tweeted a photo of them, and have since found out who they were, marking a satisfactory end to my tale.At least with CiF, you can usually get some common sense below the line. And the first comment (and highest rated) points out the truth of the matter:
Well, indeed. Welcome to the new politics. So much improved by our addition of tribalist, communalist cultures, eh?