The discovery that my design client Ignacious Spore had been using Twitter had jolted me out of my force ten apathy towards the micro blogging site.

Spore had already sent me on a wild goose chase involving the worst logo in the world, Jack Daniels, and the raven-haired minx Fifi LaFlamme (who was now a best-selling author after her self-help book 'Help Yourself To Drink' had gone top ten).

His nefarious activities began with a request that I analyse the religious symbology of his 'IS' monogram, in the mistaken belief that I was a certain Harvard professor. This column had become increasingly silly ever since.

But the fact that the slippery nutjob could have been posting 140-character clues on the utterly pointless typing-based me-fest that is Twitter was just too intriguing to pass up.

My path was clear. I clicked 'follow.'