Keyboard Addick

Today I encountered an interesting chap, on a social media platform. The one where people witter, you know it. Anyway, here’s an exchange I had with him. I did start it by saying that Mr W. Spoons looked mad in all the photographs I’d ever seen him in. Anyway let’s call this guy Mark H. He’s the former chairman of a football club, with a name a bit like Atletico Charletono. There were very interesting times under his stewardship. We will gloss over that.

Mark H:

Are you referring to the multimillionaire being bonkers...what have you achieved by comparison Mr keyboard warrior

[I am the person referred to as a keyboard warrior]

Ewan L:

Ah I see, he has more money than sense. I'm not just a keyboard warrior, Mark. I do have medals. Perhaps, you know as little about me as I do about the multi-millionaire?

[I do have medals, but even when I was in the RAF, I wasn’t much of a warrior. However, Mark H doesn’t quite get the point of this statement]

Mark H:

No reason this planet I qould know or want to know anything about you mate! Dunno what your seevice medaks have to do with the subject frankly but heyho...takes all sorts!

[Mark H misses the point and is clearly narked given the angry typist’s typo-count of this “tweetment”]

Ewan L:

It does.

[Unfortunately]