Blog: Watching GMTV this morning with bleary 7am-eyes, I was half listening as Lorraine chewed over the latest survey with her showbiz guests.

Apparently Yahoo have been studying our texting, tweeting and e-mailing habits, and the results are depressing – if not altogether surprising.

They found that just over half of all adults think it’s ok to text in pretty much any social situation – family dinners, weddings, parties and if that wasn’t bad enough, try while in bed with someone else!

Now, I don’t own a smart phone, I’m one of the shrinking minority still using the bog-standard mobile, if any mobile can be called bog-standard today. But it’s hard to ignore the rise of the iphone with so many users wandering around as if hypnotised, eyes glued to the screen at all times.

I have one friend who despairs of her husband’s smart-phone addiction. Whenever they visit with their three rambunctious children, he spends the entire time hiding in the conservatory in a clinch with his iphone while she spends the whole time trying to pin the kids down in one place long enough to go find him and get him to help. The last time I had the pleasure of their company, I left her holding the kids down in what looked like an advanced Twister move and went to find him and shame him into helping his wife. I found him sitting in the dark, his spellbound face lit by the eerie light of the smart-phone, deep in some sort of techno-trance.

And he’s not the only one, so many of my friends and colleagues are suddenly unable to answer the simplest question without immediately reaching for the iphone to conduct an internet search on whatever trivial thing I was asking them.

I asked someone if the back of my hair looked ok the other day and they immediately whipped out the inevitable smart phone, and took a quick rally of snapshots of the back of my head before turning the screen to me so I could see for myself! I would have settled for a simple yes or no…

So I don’t struggle to believe that most of us send an average eight texts, tweets or e-mails on a night out with friends. I don’t struggle to believe it at all because I’m usually the one sitting, seething in a corner watching the rest of my gang tap- tapping away on their mobile phones instead of actually talking to each other.

Back in GMTV-land, the irony seemed lost on Lorraine as she finished the discussion by asking viewers to do what? You guessed it, text, tweet or e-mail their answers in to the website!