Posted this by accident on the soon to be "proper" Sofaboy Chronicles site instead of here. If you read it there ignore this post, if not here you go! This happened earlier this week.
"So, a few days ago I heard from @stooopot via Twitter. Fairly soon after we started chatting I realised his name rang a bell.
My Postie sense was tingling.
I thought he might live in Innerleithen, six miles away from Chez Galloway and part of the area delivered to by Peebles D.O. I asked him on Twitter if he lived in Innerleithen.....yes was the answer. First bit of the global village thing clicked into place. I was chatting to someone six miles away as a result of a location agnostic piece of technology.
Next step?
I thought I'd freak Stuart out a bit by tweeting some detailed info about his letter box, specifically that it doesn't open wide enough and he should have it fixed so we could get more of his frequent Wiggle and CRC parcels through without having to issue a P739 "You Were Out" card. Hey, I'm a postie, I'm easily entertained!
Stuart wasn't particularly freaked out but it certainly gave his wife pause for thought when Davie, their postie, arrived the next day! She asked "Is he the creepy postie?" ;o)
Next step? A chat via Skype.
So, to recap. I'm talking to a guy six miles away from where I live as a result of Twitter and I have intimate knowledge of his letter box. We're chatting away quite the thing. Stuart moved to Edinburgh from Cheshire. He owned a kite shop in Edinburgh. "Oh" says I, "The one in the Grassmarket?" "Yes" says Stuart. Ah, I can now picture his business. Second click.
Next we start talking about me.
I talk about working at the Edinburgh Bicycle Co-Op and commuting from Peebles to Edinburgh every day on the bike and then we talk about the accident I had when I went over the bars of my bike and my lower left arm was driven into the upper arm after I went over the handlebars.
At this point Stu starts going, "Hang on, I need to get a handle on this timeframe."
A couple of sentences later it gets creepy. I had my accident on a yellow Trek 8000 MTB. In the immediate aftermath of the accident I was told I'd never ride again so sold a bunch of stuff, including the Trek 8000.
The guy who bought the Trek 8000 didn't keep it long (though that's another story) and it was bought from him by @stooopot and was his introduction to mountain bikes after starting as a roadie.
So, not only did I start chatting with a guy who lives down the road via Twitter. He bought the bike that ended my racing career! Mindf**k!
John"