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I was drinking tea and watching a re-run of Big Bang Theory the other day when I thought “I wonder what Marcus Lush is up to these days”, and then I thought, “I bet he tweets! If there’d been twitter in the early 90s he’d defintely have tweeted. I’m sure of it”. So, I left Penny and Sheldon, but not my cup of tea, to do a google search to find some sort of reputable website that said Marcus Lush had a Twitter feed. And I found one. I can’t remember where, but I found it and followed him thinking how lovely it was that I could follow Marcus Lush, because it’s totally normal to follow a celebrity or a journalist or whoever on Twitter without feeling like a stalker.
A few days later I opened up my email to find, among all the trash I receive, which I can’t complain about because I voluntarily subscribed to it, a follow request from Marcus Lush. At this point I should probably admit I had a wee crush on Marcus Lush back in the early 90s just so you understand what a fluster this email put me in. So, I was all, “Oh my god I’ve got a follow request from Marcus Lush, but my tweets are so boring. He doesn’t want to know what sort of lollies I eat or what I’d #tweetyour16yearoldself. How embarrassing! Can I accept his request? I don’t know”. So, I forwarded the email with the follow request to my sister.
Oh my god [Sis]. I know he’s sent this request ’cause I sent him one, but I feel all blushy and shy. I’m scared if I accept his request he’ll read what I’ve written in amongst the tweets written by the 1,685 other people he follows and think I’m an idiot and that would be awful, ’cause I’ve always thought he was rather gorgeous.
And because she’s a good sister she emailed me straight back and assured me he wouldn’t think I was an idiot and that if it helped she thought he was gorgeous too, but she’d heard he lived in Southland and was really into trains these days. So I thought about that and remembered that when Eddie and I traveled around New Zealand in our shiny red van a few years ago I may have mentioned to Eddie that I’d heard Marcus Lush was living in Bluff (Bluff is in Southland, for those who aren’t familiar with the geography of NZ) at the time, but I’m fairly sure I didn’t mention I was more interested in getting a glimpse of Marcus in the street than seeing the paua house and I really wanted to see the paua house. And I’d heard the train documentary was really good, and not at all train spotty. So it helped, but not really.
Eventually. About ten minutes later, I had to remind myself I was a grown up. So, I logged into twitter and accepted the follow request and Twitter said NO, because I have a restricted profile! Over the next few days I tried all sorts of tricky methods to force Twitter to accept the request before I tweeted my frustration. I can’t remember what I wrote, but I was annoyed, so you can imagine. I mean it’s not like I was going to email Marcus and say “Look, I have a bit of a problem with accepting follow requests because I’ve got a restricted profile. I’m just going to unrestrict it for a few minutes and then you can send your request again and I’ll accept it”.
Anyways, I don’t know what happened, but the next time I logged into twitter the problem was fixed (at least temporarily) and I accepted his follow request, after which I remembered the tweet I tweeted in frustration and madly raced to delete it before he could see it in his twitter feed amongst the tweets from the 1800 odd other people he was following.
Originally published by me on The Weather is Always Doing Something
