A few days back I was flying out of London to come to
After lugging my heavy bag through the tube I settled myself down into a comfy seat on the Heathrow Express to wait a few minutes before we set off when my mobile did the buzzy thing… a twitter message had arrived.
It was a message from
I thought it might be worth just double checking that I was heading for the correct airport.
Of course, I was not.
Much frantic rushing through London peak hour ensued with rapidly beating heart as I tried to get to Gatwick in time to board my flight to SXSW. As it turns out, they’re not so strict with the 2 hour check in thing afterall… thank goodness.
But, here’s the thing. If it wasn’t for Twitter, I’d have stayed on the Heathrow Express and by the time I worked out I was in the wrong place it would have been far, far too late.
Thanks to Twitter, and Jeremy (I still owe you beers!) I made it.
Flash forward to this afternoon and a Twitter from
So yes. I think it matters. And then some.