What it says on the tin, really.
I tend to tweet about politics quite a bit, as I tweet about most things that interest me, but livetweeting is something I personally got into accidentally last year. Yes, I know lots of people have been doing it for ages. It wasn’t a concerted effort, I just found that it was sometimes easier and less painful for my household if I watched X Factor up here in my studio, on the computer, rather than on the actual telly. I’ve been using TweetDeck’s marvellous columns function to manage my Twitter feeds for some time now, and, well, instead of the odd comment (which I’d made during, e.g. Eurovision) I found I was tweeting the whole way through each episode of the godawful competition, responding to many, many comments from others and being retweeted quite often. I don’t understand livetweeting good TV programmes where lots is happening, but the sort you talk through or where there’s a lot of waiting around…hell yeah.
So of course I ended up twitting my way through the UK General election. From 10pm on Thursday 6th May, when the exit polls came out and the BBC Election Night programme started, my tweeting picked up in earnest and I was at my screens until 3.45am, when I was starting to feel depressed, and started back up four hours later. Hero of the week, David “Dimbo” Dimbleby, became something of a fascination as he kept broadcasting right through to about 4pm on Friday, and continued to pop up in programmes until Tuesday night. He started to make the same sort of dazed, baffling comments that we all do when half asleep and looked like I felt – a wizened, overtired, overcaffeinated tortoise…but one with passion. His interactions with Paxman were worth the price of entry alone.
I began to understand areas of policy that had previously been very hazy in my sleepless state, and engaged in rigorous and thrilling debate with followers from across the voting spectrum. Especially as details of coalitions began to emerge – I started taking more breaks, but I kept up my tweets as the Cabinet was announced yesterday – and those with connections high up in the Liberal Democrats began musing on the concessions to be made. The BBC News channel became my constant companion.
Every story has a villain, and apart from the Tories themselves, ours was Nick Robinson for the BBC and his ridiculous Conservative bias, along with Kay Burley and Adam Boulton at Sky. It’s not just not being on “our side”, it’s the vast amount of nonsense spoken. We don’t elect prime ministers in the UK, we elect MPs. The Conservatives did not win. Proportional Representation is not a lunatic concept. Oh, and it is VERY funny when the entirety of the media starts to comment on the slashiness of the Clegg/Cameron relationship and people actually start to write fanfiction about the pair. The Downing Street garden press conference did look like a wedding reception, after all. Mpreg by Christmas (Google exists for the terms you may not understand).
Link to master list of Clegg/Cameron slash fan fiction: here