When mothers get Tweeting

I’m not entirely sure if my family needed another means by which to communicate, but as of 2 weeks ago it would appear that at least the female Clutterbucks can now tweet each other. Two weeks ago, I was perusing my recently acquired followers [this makes me sound super popular, I don’t have that many new ones generally] and as I scrolled down the screen, the Twitter handle ‘RevDSClutterbuck‘ stood out. On further inspection, I read the following description:
“I am a Methodist Minister who works as a coach, supervisor and trainer. I am married and have two daughters who will be amazed to find me on Twitter.”

Amazed would be something of an under-statement. I choked on my cup of tea in astonishment. 

The parents aren’t on Facebook (this was mutually agreed) and they don’t write blogs (though they do read this), but Twitter looked as though it would have potential for my mother’s line of work and her love of networking generally. However, I don’t think we ever thought she’d get round to doing it. Further delving revealed that she had signed up while waiting for a plane at Birmingham International, following a link to Twitter on my blog. It also revealed that of her two daughters, she was only following me – hurrah! A victory for the eldest, favourite child! (Of course it turned out that it took her a couple of days to work out how to add people. Once she did, equality was restored. [It should be pointed out that younger sibling actually took 10 days to get around to following her mother…]

Anyway, mother is slowly getting the hang of Twitter (though has yet to work out how to create a profile photo) and even managed to tweet her first celebrity last week – something that stunned me. It went a little like this…
On Thursday evening I retweeted a Chris Addison tweet regarding that evening’s Mock the Week episode:

Now, Mock Of The Week is on BBC2 now. Unless you’re in Northern Ireland, where it’s on later due to the ferry bringing the VHS being late.

[This a pet peeve of mine whenever I’m in Belfast – all the good stuff’s on a couple of hours later than on the mainland, due to ‘regional programming’ which is invariably unfunny and dull.]
The following day, my mum replied to this tweet – when I saw it I was stunned. Only a week into Twitter and already tweeting celebrities? And a comedic celebrity at that?! Wow. So the next time we spoke I asked her about it and it turned out she had no idea she was communicating with someone famous – she thought that the ‘Chris’ in question was my colleague C…hmmmm, nope. Fortunately, I am proud to say that my mother’s tweet was comedy (she is not her daughters’ mother for nothing), though containing some errant punctuation: 

@mrchrisaddison that’s not actually the reason, we are in a different time zone. When it’s 20.11 in London it’s about 19.91 in NI. [No idea why she’s included the full stops in the dates – might be an iPhone thing.]

If only she hadn’t followed that tweet with one to me telling me that 30 is the age at which one should procreate…

Parental Friday Fun

Today’s fun is in honour of my parents – for two reasons.
(i) On this day thirty years ago, on an island far, far away, my Dad was ordained.
(ii) It’s my Mum’s birthday on Tuesday.

I didn’t get that much notice on number 1 – it’s not a date that features in my diary (though this year I’m writing it in, because having had the 25th and 30th catch me by surprise, I’d better be ready for the 40th!). This meant that I didn’t have enough time to get to a religious bookshop and scope out a suitably cheesy ordination card. Trust me, such things exist.

If I was a truly devoted daughter, I might even have headed over to Ship of Fools for some classic religious tat – I’m thinking he’d particularly like God Trump Cards (individuals whose views might trump God’s skills…), or perhaps some fridge magnets depicting the various components of Mass. Oh, so many things to choose from! Lest you be thinking ‘but who would actually want such religious tat?’ I should point out that in my kitchen there is currently: a Jesus on a spring; Jesus pencil topper; and a Virgin Mary toast maker – my atheist friends never fail to reaffirm my faith in their gift-giving!

In honour of my mother, I’d like to share this particularly wonderful story from Passive Aggressive Notes. A girl, still living with her Mom, writes a blog which her Mom reads. Sometimes her Mom wants to comment on its content and rather than use the comment form or even have a conversation about it, she chooses to leave notes for her daughter in random places – like a cereal box. Wow.

“Stop cussing so much on your blog, please.”

My parents read this – sporadically, I think – and occasionally it gets mentioned, usually in a ‘I hope that’s not going to end up on your blog’ way. I think Mum feels mis-represented, and I do apologise for this. So, for the record I’d like to say that any mis-representation has been unintentional. It’s really not my fault that my parents are good at providing comedy blog fodder. After all – they created me and my sense of humour, so it’s all their fault really. Oh, and love you!

Given the last conversation I had with Mum on this subject, I feel I should clarify the following:

  • Her wedding dress looked very little like the one I found in my cupboard.
  • She doesn’t think I’m obsessed with shoes, she’s just not sure that I’ve got over the trauma of being a teenager with size 8 feet at a time when size 8 shoes were difficult to come by, and therefore tend to buy more pairs than I might need.
  • Erm, there was also some issue about my saying that she was exasperated at my lack of single male friends but I can’t remember what she was particularly concerned about – I think it was more of a misinterpretation of what I’d written. I may sometimes paint a picture of Mum being a little bit like Bridget Jones’ Mother – desperate to set me up with someone, but she most definitely isn’t.