BRIOCHE WITH YOU

I was hoping to persuade you that this was an aerial view of a path taken during an exciting helicopter ride to make my life seem far more exciting than it actually is… but it's only a chocolate chip brioche from Morrisons...

Despite my excitement at having found them, they turned out to be a rather disappointing breakfast, to be quite honest, even though they appeared to be quite an interesting alternative option once I’d failed to find any hot cross buns to slip into the basket which marked me out to all the other trolley-pushing, child-rearing customers as being the sort of person lucky enough to still have a freewheeling, carefree lifestyle.

“Hmm…” I reasoned “The Beloved likes brioche… and she likes chocolate… so what could possibly be a better option…?”

Well, as it turned out, at breakfast time the following morning, they were deemed to be “Too spicy” and, as they were subsequently making their way to the bin having also failed to appeal at lunchtime and since dried out to an even more ghastly degree, I found myself looking at one of them and noticing that the drizzled “X” contouring over the top surface looked not unlike one of the paths meandering up and down some of the hills hereabouts and, having had that thought, I whipped out my little camera and tried to immortalise the thought.

Later on, I imagined that it would be amusing to tinker with the photograph and zoom in on it, just to see how convincing the idea might be, and then I decided that it might prove “hilarious” to “share” this thought through the platform of “social media” and so I posted it, alongside the first paragraph above, to hopefully slightly brighten their collective days

Well, it was a slow news day.

Now, obviously I was not expecting anyone to actually think that I had taken an aerial photograph of a nearby peak, because that “freewheeling, carefree lifestyle” doesn’t really involve constant helicopter flights and champagne cocktails on the verandas of the casinos in Monte Carlo (Mostly it’s basically boredom without distraction, to be perfectly frank with you) but I thought that the notion might sell the otherwise peculiar angle of the point of view.

Anyway, some people seemed to “like” my funny little photo – or perhaps they just liked the idea of a chocolate chip brioche - and that, as they say, was that. The world moved on, other news came in, and that notion slipped down the timeline and into the swill-bucket of (personal) history.

And yet…

I suppose that I’ve been unofficially - and possibly unconsciously - testing out a few parameters lately when it comes to the small matter of which kind of thing works best in whatever particular form of social media I happen to be hooked up to at the time. My own choices being TwitWorld and FizzBok and, well, here I suppose. I do also sometimes “recommend” things on “Google+” of course, but that’s rather like bellowing into a mirror, to be honest.

Big “newsy” stuff seems to work in all of the forms which I use, but daft little photographs like this one seem to get the “best” reaction in FizzBok. They might get “looked at” in TwitWorld by a couple of dozen random strangers whilst they are in the visible part of the timeline for a nanosecond, but they swiftly pass into the general gravy of the internet in the blink of a pixel.

TwitWorld itself doesn’t seem to “like” blog links either and, to be fair, despite the fact that FizzBok links seem to be the only reason some people remain aware that the blog still exists at all - as opposed to just bookmarking the link and habitually visiting - it’s never brought in a huge amount of traffic either. Also, on occasion, I don’t believe that the content is particularly “FizzBok-worthy” and prefer to let it sink or swim on its own accord without the “benefit” of broadcasting it to my tiny circle of acquaintances.

TwitWorld does seem to like my wordplay, though, if I “join in” with some of the hashtag games I play (To the tune of rarely more than six “favourites” and a “retweet”), but less so if I’m merely rambling on with some random thought which has struck me, because I don’t generally have the sort of interplay and banter with people that other people seem to have in that particular part of the interweb.

Occasionally I will barge in on a conversation which can be fun, but it still makes me feel like the bloke I always used to be when I went to parties – standing all alone in a corner and feeling that during whatever conversations I might get to have, I’m almost bound to make a complete tit of myself.

A bit like I’m doing with the blog, really, only the blog doesn’t give me the instant disapproving feedback and toe-curling embarrassment that actually talking to a real person used to do, which is, I suppose, why I persist with it.

Ah well, I guess that the quest for some kind of meaning for it all will continue until I finally bail out and lose interest again, but until then, dear reader, it’s good to have you along for the ride.

Now, is it time for breakfast yet…?