U GOTZ TWATTER? ZO COOL.

Upon hearing the term 'Twitter' I was immediately convinced that it was some strange sexual activity which originated when two burly, leather-clad dudes from Detroit got sexually aggressive with each other in a dark room and one of em lowered himself onto... Well y'know.

Actually that didn't happen at all, but it would of been highly amusing and I wouldn't have had to think that up or anything. Instead I heard it from the sort of over-excitable fucktard who would get excited about the sort of social networking phenomenon in which their simple, yet highly pointless M.O is to answer "one simple question", wait for it "what are you doing?". Incredible. PHENOMENON. Funnily enough, the person who told me about it was possibly penultimate on my list of 'cunts whom I wouldn't want to tell me what they're doing', (Chris Moyles a firm leader on said list for quite some time).

I can't wait for the next social networking phenomenon to sweep the globe. I've got it on good authority that its just a chat room into which everyone on earth is connected and E-wanking each other off about how highly amusing The Inbetweeners is (that's not an invitation to watch it by the way). While I'm at it, I'd like to know which cunt started a group on Facebook (an activity which I'm also desperately trying to come to terms with) dedicated to a scene in which one of the characters shouts, wait for it, BUS WANKERS (fnar fnar) at some people stood at a bus stop. I just. Don't. Get. It. What's most annoying is, I bet everyone still at secondary school and college had a mega-huge LOL about it the next day.

A tangible tangent. I suppose what I'm getting at is; why would you have something like fucking Twitter unless you're an even slightly interesting person? I'm at twitter.com/sensom. What do you mean I'm a hypocrite? Its called irony, ask somebody who lives in Leeds.