Where are you supposed to tell the world that twitter's broken? This seems to me to be a fundamental kink in the system. The website isn't working; where do I go? Is this a chance for some enterprising smaller social networking website to get in on the act literally whilst nobody is looking?
Perhaps millions of people are now slinking back to Facebook with their heads bowed down like their chins are stuck to their chests. Facebook is all "rofl bitches, you come crawling back when the twits and twats stop flowing". I'm ten seconds away from writing a list of trending topics from my head on my parents' wallpaper. I need to know what Stephen Fry is reading on the toilet, what the traffic is like in Neasden and what some obnoxious berk in Los Angeles just had for lunch.
It's only two minutes since my life was fine without the Neverending Story but like some new media virtual fancypants technological crack habit has taken hold, I'm shaking and sweating and in withdrawal and my picture's on the Daily Mail website and there are forty comments already slagging off that Amy Winehouse and something about Barack Obama.
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