Twitter informed me I had been a member of their social networking site for three years.

Not that I use it much. My personal statistics show I have posted 34 tweets per year.

When I joined, I thought it might be both entertaining and useful but I can never think of anything witty to impart in 140 letters that might be of any interest to anyone else.

I reported in the Examiner that I had been a Twit for three years. I said that while hero Stephen Fry had almost seven million followers, I had only 39, most of whom have probably forgotten I exist because I seldom post anything.

This rather sad revelation caused a surge that raised my followers to 52, presumably from Examiner readers who felt sorry for me and because they realise I won’t be bothering them very often.

Maybe I should try harder.

To bother them.