You make life a fairy tale… Grimm
‘I don’t know about you but whenever I read a blog I do not let my eye drop below half the screen in case I accidentally hit the bit where the comments reside. Of all the stinking, sliding, scuttling, weird, entomological creatures that inhabit the floor of the internet those comments on blogs are the most unbearable, almost beyond imagining.’
Er… come back please. That wasn’t me or my evil twin speaking. It was Stephen Fry (yes, I know, I know), well known ’twillionaire’, sez the Guardian, who recently almost committed ‘twitticide’.
Surely the most disturbing aspect of the rise of Twitter is the nauseating, meaningless, infantile punning (twunning, if you will) it has spawned. The immortal words of John Cooper Clarke spring to mind: ’No one has a good word for you - I have…
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12:41 am
Never even been to a Twitter website. Just doesn’t call me. Bought me mobile in 2005 in Shanghai lovely little keyboard flip for texting nokia 6820 the only twittering it does is the hinges creaking fits the car cradle not paying 200 quid to change that for any new phone I’ve a spare for when I lose it but I haven’t lost it yet. Just can’t see the point in telling the world every bit of shite that’s happening to you. Beckett saw the fascination of the masses for the banal I read somewhere. So did the Nazis. Others too. The Big Brother producers.
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