Oh...what's with this nonsense? Sky Blue Thinking VIEW FROM THE PRESS BOX.
NOT since Nessa claimed she was bezzy mates with Steve Ogrizovic in the Gavin And Stacey Christmas special a couple of years ago has the Coventry City legend's social networking profile been so high.
Except maybe the time when he was the subject of a hoax that claimed he had been kidnapped in Kazakhstan and an online petition was set up to campaign for his release.
For those of you who haven't yet experienced the delights of the Twittersphere, I am talking about every Sky Blue fan's favourite goalkeeping coach being the victim of an impostor - a cheeky trickster who has set up a Twitter account claiming to be the great man.
It was all very convincing at the start because the tweets were fairly dull and touched on regular, day-to-day stuff that you would expect had it been genuine.
Here's a taste complete with spelling mistakes: "Family friend twisted my arm about doing Twitter over Christmas. Thought I would try it. Early days, bare with me please!!" "A really good morning's training.
The boys are keen to work hard and put right the wrongs for the Derby game. Still in good spirits."
He even exchanged a bit of banter with former team-mate Kevin Gallacher, making it all the more plausible, and Claus Jorgensen who entered into the spirit of it but, like most people who know Oggy, wasn't really convinced.
Manager Andy Thorn's reaction probably summed up the thoughts of most that know him when he said: "What? Oggy?... You're joking!" When quizzed about it, Oggy chuckled and confirmed the ruse, saying: "I don't even do Facebook. In fact I barely know how to turn the computer on."
And when informed he had over 400 followers he wasn't sure whether that was good or bad.
But since being outed as a fraud earlier this week, the twit hiding behind the handle @RealBigOggy has seen his figures plummet by 150. I say 'his' as one can confidently assume it is the sort of juvenile stunt that no woman would waste her time concocting or, indeed, be bothered to maintain for any length of time.
But at least he's come clean, held his grubby little fingers up saying, "I'm just a tribute act," and insisting that it was just a bit of fun. Yes it was, but it might not have been. And while Oggy did see the funny side he was genuinely concerned as to where it was all leading.
Having quickly established a bit of a following, one can only imagine the reaction if he had suddenly tweeted something controversial - a criticism of the club, work colleagues or playing staff for example.
Oggy is not the first to be impersonated on the medium. Orange Ken was a fairly comical and quite obvious spoof, and no-one in their right mind could ever believe that it was former Sky Blues chairman and controversial dugout director Ken Dulieu. There was the vile and abusive twit claiming to be Marlon King - another obvious one - but then there was the perfectly possible tweeter claiming to be Clinton Morrison a couple of years back who posted a message one summer saying: "That's it, I'm leaving!" On checking it out, as any reporter worth his salt would, my learned colleague Alan Poole left a message on Clinton's mobile and the striker promptly rang back from his Barbados holiday rental somewhat dismayed that someone was getting up to such mischief.
But that, it seems, is the nature of the beast in the hands of those intent on skulduggery and spreading pernicious or wild rumour. While it is fair to assume the vast majority of tweeters are on Twitter perfectly legitimately and responsibly, it is, like anything, open to abuse. Like the time someone tweeted that Andy Thorn had left the club - an unsubstantiated claim that was run as a local radio news headline and resulted in the manager having to field a host of late night calls and later waste his time responding to malicious gossip.
But to finish on a lighter note, here's a throw-back to an early form of social networking when although you could hide behind a handle, at least you could confirm someone's identity by their voice: Bryn: Nessa, Nessa, come in Nessa do you read me? Nessa: 1 9 rubber duck, oh... Bryn, I'm not gonna tell you again. You can't call me Nessa on the airwaves, you gotta to use my handle.
Bryn: What's that? Nessa: My codename. Robert Mugabe.
Bryn: Sorry Robert. I keep forgetting, what's my name? Nessa: Bryn. Bryn: No, no my handle? Nessa: Dame Judi Dench.
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IMPOSTERS: There have been fake Clinton Morrison and Ken Dulieu Twitter accounts. OLD FRIENDS: Nessa and Oggy ponder the pitfalls of social networking.
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|Publication:||Coventry Evening Telegraph (England)|
|Date:||Jan 12, 2012|
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