That’s Brad Pitt and not William Pitt the elder or William Pitt the younger – I’m not that old! Both the latter were British prime ministers in the eighteenth century, and, undoubtedly, would have been proud to read my title, but disappointed to learn that I actually mean Brad Pitt! If I admit to following Brad Pitt on Twitter does that mean I’m a twit or a wise owl – to…wit, to…woo?

For reasons unbeknown to me I seem to be on a list of followers of various celebrities on Twitter; there is Lord Sugar (not personal enough for my liking – too much business talk) and Fernando Alonso, my favourite, photography-loving Formula1 racing driver (even if he is too young for me – and I’m married); someone called Jo-Jo (no idea who he/she is); and the actors, George Clooney and Brad Pitt (introduced to me through George’s twitterings).

If seeing is believing, then George Clooney is a great fan of Brad Pitt’s tweets, and vice versa; Brad advises his adherents to follow George too – it’s all so chummy and lovely. They are both something of modern day philosophers. And the best thing about being an adoring follower of the celebrities is that you may reply if you want to. When George wrote, “People need to learn that Respect isn’t just given because of who you are or what title you hold. – It’s earned!”, I didn’t have anything to add. However, when he wrote, “Sometimes the only thing you can do, is just nod and smile,” I felt impelled to reply, “You just made me nod and smile!“.  As an afterthought I added, “My mother would make you nod and smile!” (Well she would – you should meet her – she’s very like the grandmother in Giles Cartoons). I thought George would appreciate someone writing back to him – I don’t know if I’m the only person who has bothered…maybe. I thought it would show due respect, on account of him being a famous film star and not unattractive.

The other day my husband Chris was a bit jealous because I sent out a blog post asking Brad to come to my book club; well, as it happens, I wasn’t a special follower of Brad at that time so he may not have even seen my invitation, anyway, he didn’t respond or turn up. Chris said that I would probably have been “bored with Brad after a few minutes” but I don’t think so, not after reading his tweets. In June Brad wrote, “Real men like curves. Dogs like bones.” That made me simper, especially as I’ve been a little down recently after several unsuccessful attempts (every day) at dieting. It would have been churlish of me to reply that Angelina was a bit skinny, so I didn’t.

The tweet, “If you can not make time for her. She will start making herself available for someone who can make time for her,” caught my eye and I replied, “In your case, Brad, the woman would have to be mad! Like your tweets.” (Well, you have to give encouragement.)

My absolute favourite of Brad’s tweets to date is “WhatIfIToldYou (what if I told you) that you are the last thing on my mind before I go to sleep and the first thing I think about when I wake up?” Naturally, I replied to that one – “I would be very surprised but incredibly happy!”

Would you believe that I’ve become something of a guru myself now? I was “Favourited” within moments of posting my comment and now I fully expect to receive fan mail forthwith. I haven’t responded to my fan, although I appreciate the compliment – I’m rather saving myself for Brad; of course, he hasn’t responded but I imagine he appreciates my little compliments…

Two of my young nephews have had their birthdays this week. Now when I actually remember the children’s birthdays (and I do forget sometimes because there are so many to remember – our family is like a Giles cartoon, if you can remember all those naughty little boys running around) I try to mark their birthdays with a home-made, and therefore unique, card.

James, now twelve, had his birthday first, on Wednesday; he has been making wine this summer so I thought he would appreciate a card depicting his face on the label of a wine bottle. The photograph I used was a little old – his big second teeth were still in the process of coming through, but with a bit of luck he might not have noticed that I used quite such an old photo – he was recognisably the same.

This afternoon I spent about an hour hunting through external hard drives full of children’s photo’s, looking for any up-to-date pictures of John, who has turned fourteen today. John has always been a charming boy, always eager to pose for photographs for his aunty, mainly because he is something of an extrovert and a master in the art of face-pulling – he should be, he has been at it for the past twelve years! Hence the rather long, and not entirely successful search for nice photo’s. I fancied I would Photoshop his face onto the body of “Superman” (now that he is becoming more manly) and I would wish him a “Super” birthday.

I downloaded some Superman images from the Internet and tried to find photo’s of John in the right position and reasonable angle to fit the downloaded images. Sadly the photo’s most suitable to fit were four and five years old, and they were all of John wearing his strangest, pose for aunty Sally, expressions. His tongue poked out in one, he looked Chinese in another; therefore, he was Superman with his tongue poking out as he was flying, or Superman smiling weirdly whilst flying, or Superman standing boldly with his tongue out, or  a Chinese Superman standing boldly. “I can’t turn any of those into a Superman card,” I thought, “I know, (I had a flash of inspiration) I’ll use the Superman image with the smallest head so that nobody will notice John’s extraordinary expression!”

That’s what I did and I think the card looks great even if John’s head looks like a strange nine-year-old plonked on the fully developed Superman body. I printed some of the “duds”, which I popped in an envelope marked “Private and Confidential” and wrote, “No-one need ever see these photos if you give me back the enclosed tenner!” Happily, John took the tenner so I’m under no obligation to keep the photographs to myself!