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18 Dec

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What is it about twitter that people say stuff they wouldn’t dare say in real life. Is it the spontaneity of it, the fast paced banter? Does it make you more impetuous, fire you up into something you’re usually not? Do we tweet before we’ve really thought it through? You’re probably thinking “she can talk” having come fresh from a post about loving a debate. But the point is i rarely say anything online i wouldn’t say in real life, given the right circumstances.

Chris Evans and Alan Sugar were at it a week or so ago. What started innocently enough soon got them all fired up, and soon they were throwing poisined darts across the ether. The most bizarre of couplings behaving in a way you’d never imagine them doing in “real life”. So out of character. (I say that, apparently Lord Sugar’s a resident twitter tirader).

Before that it was Denise van Outen and Natalie Cassady challenging eachother on their respective parental merits. I can’t imagine they’ve even met eachother in real life, and yet something happens and they unleash their inner Ginas through the tap tap tap of their keyboard.

Usually so consumed by their own egos, the importance of how other people perceive them, of bad press and shady journalists twisting their words, but when it comes to the little blue bird – celebrities go at it like a bunch of toddlers locked in a room with a yard of track but only one Thomas. Usually so screened off by their PR machines, they finally free themselves unbridled and uncensored. And we’re not talking about my favourite kind of healthy debate, we’re talking petty squabbling.

And then a few days ago, Liz Hurley announced her split from her husband on twitter, following a few weeks of flirtweeting with ego-maniac Shane Warne. Arrguably the most public sphere on the planet and people behave as if they are in room alone with the other person. It’s like some weird dichotomy. A medium so exposed, and yet regarded with false (and dangerous) intimacy.

It’s true that twitter and wine can be a fabulous partnering. Fabulous in a slightly unhinged kind of way. So were these celebrities suffering from some kind of inebriated over-tweeting? I’ve shied away from “twitter parties” for precisely this reason, not because i think it’s a crazy, sad-arse idea (though really i should and would have a year ago, but alas i’ve been spanked by the twitter bug), no, it’s because i’m worried i’d down a bottle of prosecco in my dressing gown while simultanesouly offending the wallflower in the corner with insensitive banter and flirting outrageously with someone I later find out usually goes under the username of chunky_cheese.

Perhaps these celebrities need to take a leaf out of my book, go to bed quick smart and sleep it off.