Something stirred with me last week on hearing that the Twitter pipeline has private groups on the horizon. If executed well, there’s a strong chance it could be the most significant advance in Twitter since, well, the first Tweet.
The thirst among us for short form messaging is obvious, for apparently there’s over half a billion people active on Whatsapp; roughly 100 populations of Ireland whizzing throwaway content to each other every day.
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The first website I published was in 1998, when I’d the smart idea of building an “interactive” website in an attempt to win my group bonus marks for coursework.
It took forever to build, and in a true spirit of comradery, the rest of the group left me to it for nights on end.
It did get us a few marks. The hardest earned marks of my life.
But it was rubbish.
On the face of it I’m maybe not the best person to deliver an opinion piece centred upon eyewear, for I’m one of the fortunate ones who, some 37 years on in the world, still hasn’t needed to visit an optician.
I wasn’t the young child who “failed” their eye test and subsequently got wound up by their siblings. I’ve never had reason to memorise the Snellen chart. I wasn’t the 1970s/1980s school kid whose “good glasses” were kept safely at home, replaced in day-to-day life with the brown thick-rimmed NHS badges of dubious honour. I’ve never had to look through my pockets or bags for a chunky glasses case in my “right, have I got everything?” checks.
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