While 'ladies of a certain age' across the nation are settling down after the 6pm dose of Mr Titchmarsh... 'isn't Alan just lovely,.... sigh....', etc. Carla Bruni and Stephen Fry have tiptoed across my synapses met in the middle (where there's more room) and executed a perfect tango into what I'm calling 'My thought for a Sunday'.... so, let me talk you through the mental ether....

This morning, Radio 4.... Lady Antonia Fraser .... chap from the Telegraph (this month's 'Official Opposition') ... and someone else are on doing the review the papers slot .... story about Carla Bruni apparently disguising herself to wander around Paris and listen to what people are talking about .... it's not clear whether she's eavesdropping to see if anyone has noticed Nico wearing lifts in his shoes or is acting undercover agent for the French ministry of industry to find out where the next strike is going to be.... hint Carla... the next strike will be EVERYWHERE... in case you hadn't noticed, France closes in August....

Somehow, I hold onto this Carla snippet and it comes back to me much later in the day when I find the only reading material in the bathroom is last week's Sunday Times Magazine and end up reading an article about something called Twitter. The bath water went cold while I read the 15 pages which the article's author felt was necessary to really get across the Twitter phenomenon... It left me with two 'facts':

(1) Stephen Fry is the UK's most popular 'Twit'.....
(2) Britney Spears has a ghost 'Twit'....

and not much else... I'm sure it was frightfully clever, though, there were quite a few big words and clever quotes from clever people I've never heard of before using words like 'social phenomenon'....'post-cultural wotsits'.... 'numismadic higgledepiggedy'... you know the sort of stuff... and if Melvin Bragg's South Bank Show is really being canned, then it's nice to know someone has found work for the leftover talking heads....

Anyway, putting the Carla snippet together with Stephen, I get to a question.... how do we know whether the blog we're reading is actually written by the person we think it's by? Birtney Spears could be on LJN right now tapping away about horticultural grit under the pen name 'Colin from South Lancashire'.... Phil could actually be Vince Cable on downtime.... While I'm pretty sure that Kerrie isn't actually Rachel de Thame.... how do we know that Rachel, ex-model and mother of four (do you get a badge for reaching four?), isn't on here right now preparing to entice us with innovative cat-scaring equipment? Can we be sure that Russell Brand isn't moonlighting on Anne Widdecomb's blog?