I struggle to define what Twitter actually is. One day it can be one of the best ways to convey news events ever seen by mankind, the next day it's dragged down to gutter as the best way to give someone some personal grief.
For example, the ridiculous comments aimed at Stephen Fry after hosting the Baftas last night when he made a disparaging joke about one of the winners. Don't people know that pub language should stay in the pub?
All I can think is that one man's over the top comments and another man's normal way of speaking.
I don't know why I sympathise with Stephen Fry though, he has been one of Twitters greatest advocates with millions of followers, so it stands to reason that he would get a larger proportional share of flak. You can't expect to invite a huge number of people into the pub and not receive some negative comments.
Just over 3 weeks since my cracked ribs incident, but I woke up in the night feeling like it had only just happened. Don't know what I did, but must have been laid the 'wrong' way. Pity, because I was feeling like they were getting back to normal, managing a 7 mile run at the weekend. Here's holing it's a temporary setback.
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