Social media joined the Olympics this year. We may not have seen a Tweeting competition; however we did see the Games shared over social networking faster than the news sites could manage.
Unfortunately I did not manage to watch as much of the Olympics as I would have liked, but not at one point did I feel I missed out on an important achievement. I felt delight as Mo Farrah got his double gold, I felt the pain as Rebecca Adlington missed out on the medal she wanted and I shared the wonder as Usain Bolt showed the world just how amazing he was. I may not have watched it, but I definitely did not miss out. As one Olympics played out on our screens, another could be seen developing on our mobile phones, tablets and computers.
I was able to have my own Olympic experience as I went to watch the Women’s Hockey on the first Sunday of the Games. We were actively encouraged to participate in the social discussion through the use of hashtags on Twitter.
Reading through the Sunday Times this morning, there was a report on Olympic sponsors using social media during the Games. This should come as little surprise to any of us, basic marketing comms theory teaches us that sponsorship requires a communication campaign to support it and make it truly effective. Common sense probably tells us those texts are unnecessary! Having paid millions to affiliate their names with the five rings, it would make little sense to try and disguise this association for many of the companies.
Social media has also been bad, we’ve seen Tom Daley through Twitter. However this is something we have grown to expect. Social media has been known to give people too much freedom to target people. It also lets people hear the criticism they don’t want to hear and we don’t necessary know how to take that.
It seems quite sad that the Olympics has already been and gone, but I loved it this year. I loved being able to keep track by Twitter, how about you?
Initially I got Tumblr so I could post all the PR, marketing, social media etc. videos and stories I found without them getting lost on Twitter and feeling insignificant on my blog. Now I seem to look at a lot of gifs and reblog irrelevant things. I guess Tumblr sucked me into its world.
Saw the Queen today. And Will and Kate. Mostly had to use the huge screens to get a good view, but I did manage to see them in the flesh which was nice. And I correctly predicted the colour of Queenie’s outfit so that makes me the winner.
The Royal Family are never far from British culture and lifestyle, however in the last couple of years they seem to have grabbed more attention than normal. The highly anticipated wedding of our future king to a "commoner" and now the celebration of 60 years of our Queen’s reign.
The bunting is up, the events are planned and, in keeping with tradition, the weather is not looking promising. The Jubilee weekend is nearly here, an opportunity to celebrate our British heritage, traditions and our Queen. It appears we are playing ball, according to internet searches we are embracing the Jubilee.
This is the most summer I have had in a long time. A combination of working, studying and generally bad British weather means my face has barely seen the sun in 5 years. So however temporary it may turn out to be, let us all rejoice for summer.
I’ve moaned too much recently. There is no reason to moan, I am happy with life. My family, my home, my friends all amaze me every day and I am encouraged to strive to be a better person. No more moaning. Just saying.
This weather is perfect. Instead of hiding inside I have taken to reading outside, long walks by the river and meals in the sun. Except meals in the sun are somewhat ruined. Usually I would never presume to tell someone how to live their lives, never preach because they chose to do things of which I don’t approve. One thing however is really starting to frustrate me. Smoking.
People’s decision to smoke does not bother me. They want to suffer the stains, smell and health effects of smoking, then that’s their choice. If they enjoy a cigarette then why shouldn’t they enjoy one? But please, don’t force me to enjoy it too! Because I don’t.
I’m asthmatic, it’s a real pain, but I didn’t choose to be and I have to live with it. Asthma in the last year has seen me in hospital, had me struggling to play sport, even take the stairs. One of my triggers is cigarettes.
I really don’t like being outside, enjoying my lunch, or just walking down the street and being forced to try and avoid smokers. It seems extremely selfish to me that people are choosing to smoke when they know that it will affect the environment for other people. We all made our choices about smoking, I chose not to do it. Please, please don’t force me to endure it.
500 Internal Server Error - “Error establishing a database connection”, or whatever alternative error it has decided to discover. Then there are the days it can’t even be bothered to come up with an error, and when it works it is so slow! This may not be Wordpress’ fault, but it comes with self-hosting.
All the wrong widgets - searching for ages to find one that does the job of one you used to have. Finding one, only to find it’s a poor man’s version.
Statistics - so much preferred the wordpress.com version! Google analytics annoys me a bit.
I do love Wordpress really, but I’m sick of it not working properly!
I did something silly. I refuse to accept that it was my fault. I am still trying to blame my younger sister for coercing me into signing up. I have shamelessly shared my sponsor link everywhere. Of course you don’t have to sponsor me, and I won’t be offended you don’t, but it would be great if you went along to your favourite charity and sent them a gift. Having worked with charities before I understand just how important your donation will be to them.
Like monkeys? Who doesn’t! Follow my monkey Pinterest board where I will share with you all my favourite monkey pictures. They’re so cute with their little noses and big eyes!!! Eating bananas and that!
I love high heels. I always have. When I got my first admin job I spent my lunchtimes window shopping, salivating over a new pair of gorgeous heels, deciding which ones to buy when I had the cash.
My collection has never been huge, but always sufficient. An assemblance of colours, styles, shapes and sizes (of heel). I had a shoe for each and every occasion I met, and if I didn’t, I knew where to get them.
University has become an accepted rite of passage into adulthood, three years of independent living, self-motivated learning and enriching opportunities. Inevitably this experience comes with a fair few bumps and bruises, but as long as there is no serious damage then it is all part of the learning process.
I take a look at three uncomfortable, but usually avoidable situations in which students can regularly find themselves.
As someone who considers themselves fairly fortunate I like to try and give back. Over the years this has ranged from volunteering my time, donating possessions and more recently creating a direct debit.
When choosing to make a monthly donation I picked my charity carefully, I selected an amount that I could reasonable afford long-term and ta-dah! I guess I shouldn’t have thought the way I did, like charitable donations were a way of being able to forget about my obligations to the community/world. It’s okay though because my charity has chosen to remind me, very regularly. Since setting up the donation a couple of months ago I have received two pieces of identical literature, emails and countless phone calls. All thanking me for my donation…then requesting more money. I appreciate the logic behind it, if I’m willing to give you money, then tell me how much good I’m doing and I’ll give you more. I am sure it work, but not in my case. Considering my income (student loan) and my lack of income-tax payments, I cannot increase my donation and I cannot gift aid it.