I'm one of those boring people who have always said, "I can't see the point of Twitter."
But, for reasons too tedious to explain, I was cajoled into joining this week and I've been forced to semi-revise my opinion.
On the Good Side.
I thought 'Caitlin Moran's good for a laugh, I'll follow her. She tweeted about having discussed clown porn on Newsnight. So I had to go to the iPlayer and watch that. In discussion with her was Brooke (Belledejour) Magnanti, reminding me she's interesting and leading me to her new blog, which is worth reading. (Though personally I didn't have enough curiosity to investigate her link to 'Furry Girl's Vegan Porn site: if you must on your own cabbage be it.) But I did follow Ms Magnanti's suggestion of watching 'The Apprentice' while people heckled on Twitter. I had slightly misunderstood the concept: I thought it had something to do with business, rather than being a contest to find the most unpleasant sociopath at large in the UK today. And it turned out I wasn't the only person who had never seen it before. Mark Gatiss was giving his faux-naif commentary, culminating with the wonderful 'Are they all killed at the end?' To which I couldn't resist adding 'if not why not?'
So Twitter did lead me down some interesting byways. And without it I'd never have seen this: this wonderful photo.
On the other hand I did subject myself for a couple of days to Graham Linehan's minutely (that's issued every minute, as well as minutely detailed) account of how superinjuctions are preventing us hearing how the CIA are using Iranian torturers to rape indigenous Faroese hackers. Until I figured out how to switch him off. Just because someone's a comedy writer by profession doesn't mean their every utterance is funny: unless they're the magical Caitlin Moran, of course.
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