There is a certain oddity about Twitter. You may never have met a person but you will remember when he moved from London to Southwold, when his daughter was born, when he passed Emma Watson in the street, when he got his iPad, when he wrote about it in The Bookseller and lots of other minutie. But then, as Nora Ephron says in a spectacularly insightful observation regarding online interaction in You've Got Mail, 'The odd thing about this form of communication is that you're more likely to talk about nothing than something but I just wanna say that all this nothing has meant more to me than many somethings'. As we collect specks of information about people we begin to get interested in them, their work and their lives in a way that the more classic methods of social exchanges just do not allow. When some of my offline acquaintances ask me how I can possibly make friends online, I always reply that it is extremely easy because you can sort the wheat from the chaff much more quickly and precisely. So is Ben Johncock, also known as JC, wheat or chaff, dear reader? You be the judge. For a long time I thought the guy was Ben John Cock which at first I thought a bit cruel, then slightly amusing, then surreal. But then, that's a nom de plume that would stick, wouldn't it dear reader? Surely beats mine. JC is one of those lucky bastards who writes... Read more →