Twitter - can Facebook, Tumblr and other social networking sites keep up?
Ever since the Twitter was set up in 2006, it has grown into one of the major well known social networking sites which PR Daily stocks from 2012 show us with the fact it has now 100 million active users.
Everybody knows the basics of how Twitter works. In fact, all you need to show people is the image of the little blue bird and people could probably write monologues about it!
But if you are not sure then here is the heads up to twitter. You have 150 words to write a little statment and then tweet on your twitter where your followers, who are mostly your friends but some people get lucky and find celebs following them, can either like or repost it if they find it funny or intresting so more peoplpe can see your words of instant knowledge. Like Facebook, you can also have photos where you can add your friends in and write captions.
It has kept many generations busy for hours and even some users may find they are at a loss without it. As S, Johnson said from the Time Magazine, "it's not as if we were sitting around four years ago and saying, 'if only here were a technology that would allow me to send a message to my friends, alerting them in real time about my choice of breakfast cereal." Posts like this may seem strange but it's easy to see the funny side!
Twitter has not just kept the public happy but also the rich and famous, from David Cameron to One Direction, where people can feel as if they can get an insite into these types of lives and what is going on. You will always find fans hoping that the celeb they are following, will answer to their tweet or for a higher up acheivement, follow them back.
Overall, Twitter is on of the fun ways to socalise with friends but get to know about the other people in the world at the same time. It is worth having a go as you don't know what you might find out or what might make you laugh.
Biblography
Johnson, S (05/06/09) How Twitter Will Change the Wat We Live article in the Time Magazine, http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1902818,00.html, [accessed 11/07/13]
Collier, S (16/07/12) 20 illuminating facts about Twitter: 2012 edition article on PR Daily, http://www.prdaily.com/Main/Articles/20_illuminating_facts_about_Twitter_2012_edition_12138.aspx# [acessed 11/07.13]
Sunday, 20 October 2013
Wednesday, 9 October 2013
Descover London
This peice of work is for my informative travel writing.
Descover
Descover London.
Descover Us.
We belive London has more hidden tresures that you think.
You just have to find them.
London. A great city known my many across the world. But how much do you actually known about London. We put on many advents throughout the year to help you to see Londons true colour and not just through a TV screen. Explore the sensational sights, the exqusite shopping centres and see the mysteries that can be solved as you find out about the past from one of the many exhibitions being held. Travel by bus, train or go by foot to see what you can descover today about London.
Our new brochure "Descover London" is out now! Go to our website www.descoverlondon.co.uk to order your free copy and let it be your guide to this beauitiful city.
Descover
Descover London.
Descover Us.
We belive London has more hidden tresures that you think.
You just have to find them.
London. A great city known my many across the world. But how much do you actually known about London. We put on many advents throughout the year to help you to see Londons true colour and not just through a TV screen. Explore the sensational sights, the exqusite shopping centres and see the mysteries that can be solved as you find out about the past from one of the many exhibitions being held. Travel by bus, train or go by foot to see what you can descover today about London.
Our new brochure "Descover London" is out now! Go to our website www.descoverlondon.co.uk to order your free copy and let it be your guide to this beauitiful city.
Tuesday, 8 October 2013
The Streets of London
This piece of work is my entertaining piece of travel writing.
"We are going left next ladies and gentlemen so follow me!"
The silent groan that followed was almost laughable if my legs weren't in so much pain. Since we got off the shabby school coach, all we had done was walked and followed this petite tour guide around like a mother duck leading her ducklings to the nest. I could hardly hear her or see her for that matter as I was stuck at the back of the pack, trundling along, not really caring that was probably where Shakespeare stood and realizing I was on my last piece of gum. As you could probably guess, I was feeling bored. Her droning voice at the front did not help to make this tour any more interesting than it had sounded and even my history teacher said he only came for the burger and chips at our lunch stop. Planet Hollywood! It sounds so awesome but as the time on my phone keeps on reminding me, that isn't at least until another hour. A whole hour a feet killing, back aching, head exploding tour. It didn't help that it was a scorching hot day and that our bottle green uniform decided to soak in as much heat as possible for us! Personally, I actually do love coming to London but this tour wasn't helping to make it attractive.
Then, we turned a corner. It was a narrow and cobbled`street where houses towered over us, making the sun seem existent as the dark, murky atmosphere seemed to swallow up most of the light. Sighs of realife were heard as students stepped into the shade to cool off.
"No, no, no!" The tour guides voice broke into our heads, "If you stand there, you won't be able to see what I want to show you!"
Just our luck when we finally find a place to cool off, we are actually not allowed to go near it! The "relaxing stopper" then made us look up and basically squint due to the sun being in our eyes to look at the architecture. However, I did actually look compared to other students and it did make me stare. The unusual patterns and styles of the buildings was intriguing. This was the part of London that you rarely see being all the pictures of Big Ben and The London Eye. This was the part hidden by all the well known treasures of London but i think London has more treasures than it realizes.
We then walked past a piece of Bansky art which did get me exited. His spray painting technique onto random walls was different and not tacky like most spray painting work. I found myself fascinated with it as we had actually just looked at him and his work in Art so to see a piece live was pretty cool.
"Come on."
The teachers had to call us few students, who actually appreciated the art, away like dogs. I did feel a little bit like a tourist to it as the camera on my phone did get whipped out and clicked constantly to make sure I did get a good picture. Because getting a good one would defiantly be worth it!
"We are going left next ladies and gentlemen so follow me!"
The silent groan that followed was almost laughable if my legs weren't in so much pain. Since we got off the shabby school coach, all we had done was walked and followed this petite tour guide around like a mother duck leading her ducklings to the nest. I could hardly hear her or see her for that matter as I was stuck at the back of the pack, trundling along, not really caring that was probably where Shakespeare stood and realizing I was on my last piece of gum. As you could probably guess, I was feeling bored. Her droning voice at the front did not help to make this tour any more interesting than it had sounded and even my history teacher said he only came for the burger and chips at our lunch stop. Planet Hollywood! It sounds so awesome but as the time on my phone keeps on reminding me, that isn't at least until another hour. A whole hour a feet killing, back aching, head exploding tour. It didn't help that it was a scorching hot day and that our bottle green uniform decided to soak in as much heat as possible for us! Personally, I actually do love coming to London but this tour wasn't helping to make it attractive.
Then, we turned a corner. It was a narrow and cobbled`street where houses towered over us, making the sun seem existent as the dark, murky atmosphere seemed to swallow up most of the light. Sighs of realife were heard as students stepped into the shade to cool off.
"No, no, no!" The tour guides voice broke into our heads, "If you stand there, you won't be able to see what I want to show you!"
Just our luck when we finally find a place to cool off, we are actually not allowed to go near it! The "relaxing stopper" then made us look up and basically squint due to the sun being in our eyes to look at the architecture. However, I did actually look compared to other students and it did make me stare. The unusual patterns and styles of the buildings was intriguing. This was the part of London that you rarely see being all the pictures of Big Ben and The London Eye. This was the part hidden by all the well known treasures of London but i think London has more treasures than it realizes.
We then walked past a piece of Bansky art which did get me exited. His spray painting technique onto random walls was different and not tacky like most spray painting work. I found myself fascinated with it as we had actually just looked at him and his work in Art so to see a piece live was pretty cool.
"Come on."
The teachers had to call us few students, who actually appreciated the art, away like dogs. I did feel a little bit like a tourist to it as the camera on my phone did get whipped out and clicked constantly to make sure I did get a good picture. Because getting a good one would defiantly be worth it!
Thursday, 3 October 2013
A Vicars Life
This is my monologue based of the monologue 'Bed Among the Lentils" from the point of view of Geoffrey.
Geoffrey is the vicar of the local church, which he is very passionate about. He sits comfortably in his leather chair, in front of the fire, feeling content about how today went. It is evening.
This morning, I was extreme nervous for myself. Shaking all over as I thought how I was going to get across today's sermon to all my fellow brothers and sisters of Christ. I managed to get some encouraging words from Gods book, the Bible, to remind me that he will be with me every step of the way. Now I think about it, it was silly to act that way! (Chuckles)
I percifically remember my wife saying she'd defiantly be there to support me. But was she? Not really. She trundled in late again, wearing that shabby cardigan that I am sure she has been wearing for the past two weeks... I had to hide my eyes which were probably clouded with disappointment. She also hasn't been on time since, well I can't remember exactly. If I was constantly late for something as important as this, then I would be kicked out of my position and the good reputation I have taken years to build would all come tumbling down. I made a metal note to talk it over with her later. If I get a chance...
The sermon went to plan. To my relief. Talking about the joining of two people in the eye of God is always a har topic to cover. I remember the lecturer of my college saying that. I did see however a few member of the congregation blushing (manly the ladies!) as I preached and that did make me chuckle! After reading out the very important notice of the Bishop coming next week, I met people at the door. I kept my eyes flicking back to my wife, making sure she did make any sarcastic comments like she had done during the sermon to poor Mr and Mrs Belcher. I managed to pick up Mrs Shrubsole saying to her "we must cherish him" and I had to blush with a little pride. I don't get praise like that very often and I am glad at least someone does.
Geoffrey is the vicar of the local church, which he is very passionate about. He sits comfortably in his leather chair, in front of the fire, feeling content about how today went. It is evening.
This morning, I was extreme nervous for myself. Shaking all over as I thought how I was going to get across today's sermon to all my fellow brothers and sisters of Christ. I managed to get some encouraging words from Gods book, the Bible, to remind me that he will be with me every step of the way. Now I think about it, it was silly to act that way! (Chuckles)
I percifically remember my wife saying she'd defiantly be there to support me. But was she? Not really. She trundled in late again, wearing that shabby cardigan that I am sure she has been wearing for the past two weeks... I had to hide my eyes which were probably clouded with disappointment. She also hasn't been on time since, well I can't remember exactly. If I was constantly late for something as important as this, then I would be kicked out of my position and the good reputation I have taken years to build would all come tumbling down. I made a metal note to talk it over with her later. If I get a chance...
The sermon went to plan. To my relief. Talking about the joining of two people in the eye of God is always a har topic to cover. I remember the lecturer of my college saying that. I did see however a few member of the congregation blushing (manly the ladies!) as I preached and that did make me chuckle! After reading out the very important notice of the Bishop coming next week, I met people at the door. I kept my eyes flicking back to my wife, making sure she did make any sarcastic comments like she had done during the sermon to poor Mr and Mrs Belcher. I managed to pick up Mrs Shrubsole saying to her "we must cherish him" and I had to blush with a little pride. I don't get praise like that very often and I am glad at least someone does.
Tuesday, 17 September 2013
Me
Abigail,
Daughter, friend, creative, dreamer,
Sister to Naomi,
Loves books, dancing, and working with kids,
Who feels happy, nervous and shy,
Who fears spiders, being embarrassed and not getting things done on time,
Who needs chocolate, my IPad and sleep,
Who gives her family hugs, her parents pride and her friends cheerful smiles,
Would like to see Michael McIntyer live, do well in exams and travel to many places,
Who shares her advice to problems, her charm and if she has any sweets on her,
Who is a girl guide, a Christian and a student,
Resident of a hous in a nice neighbourhood,
Trueman
Daughter, friend, creative, dreamer,
Sister to Naomi,
Loves books, dancing, and working with kids,
Who feels happy, nervous and shy,
Who fears spiders, being embarrassed and not getting things done on time,
Who needs chocolate, my IPad and sleep,
Who gives her family hugs, her parents pride and her friends cheerful smiles,
Would like to see Michael McIntyer live, do well in exams and travel to many places,
Who shares her advice to problems, her charm and if she has any sweets on her,
Who is a girl guide, a Christian and a student,
Resident of a hous in a nice neighbourhood,
Trueman
Friday, 13 September 2013
Learning the English Lanuage!
From the two weeks so far of doing this course, I have learnt so many new terms (and remembered some old ones) that make you realise how big the English language is and how much I have to learn! After familiarising myself the basics of adjectives, verbs, nouns, adverbs and pronouns and going over what accent and dialect is, I begin to go into territory of learning vocabulary and definations for words to describe different language facilties. This week I have learnt the different word classes, the different structure for scentances - simple, compound and complex and the types of scentance - imparitve, exclamtory.
Thursday, 5 September 2013
"Own Choice" By Fatima Adalbayeva
I found this short story in a magazine which even though it is written by someone in my generation made me stop for at least 30 minutes just so I could read it. It is called Own Choice and written by a definate next generation author. This story is actually a story in a stroy. The author starts off in first person as she is trying to talk to this old women who is sat next to her on a train. She describes the olf women as sitting "passivley like a confused child with miserable Pierot's eyes." The simily in the scentance automatically helped to draw me into this story as you immediatly have many questions about this women that you want to ask like: What is her story?" As I read on the author began to answer this question for me which even though this story maybe sad as the womens miserable eyes give a clue to this, it still made me want to ready on to find about what made her sad.
The setting of the old womens story is set on where the author origanlly came from, Kazakhstan. This is wtitten in the third person so when the old lady is descrbing the surronding of Kazakhstan, you get a sense of autually being there as the author obviously knows whats she is talking about which also helps to answer questions about where the author lived to. Kazakhstan is described to have lots of town and villages with a massie division through it, making it diffucult to people to reach there destanation. You get the sense it is winter: "Gloomy day, a sullen wind followed by snow nippedat intervals theentire afternoon." The way the day is described also helps to show this story maybe have the sad side to it. There is some personifaication "moaning wind" and from this you can really get the idea of the struggle life is there and especally for this women who you find out is a widow with 2 children.
Descriptions of things around the setting like "the inky black moon" and "eerie silence" really helps to create atmosphere in the jorney this widow is taking.
The setting of the old womens story is set on where the author origanlly came from, Kazakhstan. This is wtitten in the third person so when the old lady is descrbing the surronding of Kazakhstan, you get a sense of autually being there as the author obviously knows whats she is talking about which also helps to answer questions about where the author lived to. Kazakhstan is described to have lots of town and villages with a massie division through it, making it diffucult to people to reach there destanation. You get the sense it is winter: "Gloomy day, a sullen wind followed by snow nippedat intervals theentire afternoon." The way the day is described also helps to show this story maybe have the sad side to it. There is some personifaication "moaning wind" and from this you can really get the idea of the struggle life is there and especally for this women who you find out is a widow with 2 children.
Descriptions of things around the setting like "the inky black moon" and "eerie silence" really helps to create atmosphere in the jorney this widow is taking.
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