While idly skimming through my grandmother's copy of today's paper, I noticed I was quoted in an article about how socialising on the internet isn't at all geeky, oh no, it is what all the well-dressed people are doing these days.
(I don't really count myself among the nation's well dressed. One clue to my lack of sartorial elegance was when my colleagues at my former place of employment elected to enter me for What Not To Wear, and another surfaced just this morning, when my grandmother looked me up and down for a long time and finally said, 'do you *always* wear such drab colours, dear?')
But the best thing about today's meeja outing is that I was reunited on the printed page once more with my old sparring partner, Dr Mark Griffiths of Nottingham Trent University.
Dr Griffiths and I have been locked in philosophical battle on the printed page almost since before this blog began. We've clashed in the Guardian over whether girls are any good at computer games (I said yes; he said no), and we've clashed in Essentials magazine about whether blogging is good for you (I said yes, although bizarrely the magazine quoted me as saying it wasn't; he said blogging was for saddo no-lifers), and today we were reunited to debate whether online social networking is a good thing. I said yes, and he said...yes.
I reckon that makes it Patroclus 2, Dr Mark Griffiths 0, on aggregate.
Until next time, Dr G.