SO THE council has ‘agreed in principle’ to invest your money and my money on buying a new ground for Wycombe Wanderers and the Wasps.

This is a football team that is unlikely to break out of the lower echelons of the Football League and a rugby club we are told ‘could leave town’ if some sort of new ground deal isn’t sorted out.

It is not surprising that local council taxpayers are already jumping up and down at this news, which has meandered its way into the public eye via the minutes of a meeting held behind closed doors. Of course this is early days as yet.

Agreeing something in principle is not a done deed, but Wycombe council has more than tilted its hat at the possibility of financing through other land sales most of the proposed stadium project.

At the moment our landscape is littered with fallen football clubs and only last week Crystal Palace announced it was going into administration. Ploughing money into the sport – for whatever reason – doesn’t look a good bet. Unless of course you are a multi-billion dollar sheik who can afford to buy a whole club, pay off its debts and splash out for the players that will put the club firmly in the glittering spotlight of the football world.

Wycombe’s chance of ever reaching those giddy heights are about as good as Gary Lineker playing again for England. Indeed such is the club’s plight at the moment that it looks bang on course for inglorious relegation. As for the seemingly petulant Wasps’ stance of walking away if they don’t get a new stadium – well let them.

Our council should not even be considering investing our money on a pretty insignificant football club when there so many other much more important aspects of our community crying out for fiscal attention.

I AM not a Luddite when it comes to new technology – nor anything else for that matter. I have embraced it all with the enthusiasm of a kid in a toy shop.

You have to remember that I started out in journalism in the days of hot metal and have been in the vanguard of the extraordinary changes which have swept through the business in the last 40 years.

In my stride I have taken in a whole variety of electronic gizmos. I’ve had a computer from the word go, digital cameras, video cameras complete with a full-blown computer studio, i-pod, photo-printers – the works.

The endless opportunities offered in the virtual world have proved irresistible. MySpace, Facebook, YouTube – you name it I’ve been in there loading up my own stuff and creating my own pages. I’ve also had two blogs on the go – both now put to rest having run their courses in their specific arenas.

But, dear friends, I have hit a wall and I cannot find the enthusiasm to crash through it. Twitter leaves me stone cold.

I cannot see the point of dribbling out the inane goings on of your day for all and sundry to be bored rigid by.

Indeed the only places of interest I’ve seen it used were by Lance Armstrong during last year’s Tour de France and Eddie Izzard whose Twitter was used by his fans to keep the rest of us entertained while waiting for the curtain to go up on his show at Wembley Arena in December.

I think my daughter’s tweeting career probably captures the whole pointless exercise in a nutshell. She emailed me a link to announce her launch on Twitter and here it is: 8.45am: Let the tweeting commence 11.09am: Hmm not sure what I’m doing, but hey – it’s another place to chatterbox (boy can she do that as both I and her husband will testify) so can’t all be bad.

3.45pm: Wonder how long I’ll keep this tweeting up.

The answer is seven hours. She didn’t bother again after that final entry – much to both our amusement.

And on that note it’s ‘goodbye’ from me. This is the last On The Edge column as I move on to new things – may life be fun for you all.