If you say it in a posh voice it sounds great, Twittar on the Sitar. I did think of a slightly crasser version, I'm sure you can imagine it. Even took a photo.
As much as I try to keep this here blog all updated with loveliness there is certainly plenty of times when a little snippet will do. Hence the transient phenomena that is Twitter. If you fancy a little more insight and idiocy from myself then gimme a follow. Like cyber stalking but in a good way. I might even start a revolution on there or maybe write a short poem or even post that crass photo I originally took for this post (it really is not that exciting but rather weird instead).
But it would be lovely if you'd join the party of words that it is:
Here's a nice pic of ol' George with his sitar to celebrate.
