Twitter. It’s great, isn’t it?
I recently watched someone conduct a straw poll on Twitter as to which people would give up if they had the choice – Facebook or Twitter.
The fact the question was being asked on Twitter tells us all we need to know, surely?
Twitter is the only place I can think of where you’re guaranteed to find someone who will talk to you, whatever the time of day. My family might get bored of my jokes, or tell me to cheer up when I’m feeling grumpy – but Twitter indulges my worst excesses, like an irresponsible best friend.
Obviously, if you’re a blogger you should be following us on Twitter – we’re @tots100. And please do Tweet us if we’ve neglected to follow you – sometimes the minions can be a little slow at following orders.
If you’re still wavering on the whole Facebook/Twitter issue, allow us to convince you with this month’s Twitterati – our very favourite, must-follow Tweeters from the past 30 days:
There are times, Duran Duran, when I AM hungry like the wolf. But thanks to you jerks I can’t tell anyone without sounding stupid.
In other news, the 7YO informed us last night that he is a Christian ‘because I eat sausages’. So there you go.
Every time I tweet someone unfollows me. It’s like they’re saying ‘Oh, that guy. I meant to unfollow him before.’ *CLICK*
I haven’t just eaten all the kids’ jellybabies.
Just paid £15 for a lady to pull my eyelashes out. What kind of fuckery is that?! Never again.
I can confirm that organic raspberry yoghurt is not a satisfactory replacement for a cinnamon swirl bin. #ohdearmeno
bad combinations: blogger+paypal account+wine.
Friend found fridge note after rough night: “Dear Sober Ian. Why won’t this egg fry? Love, Drunk Ian” Frying pan on hob contained an apricot
Oh hello hangover *sips fat coke gingerly*
So. Arrived at hotel with very swishy electronic check in. Pressed lift button and there was a guy lying on the floor bleeding from his head
Whoever invented spreading your body out starfish fashion on a bed, gets 2 cinnamon swirls and sexual favours.
This tweet is brought to you by the number 4 (pillows), the emotion of totally besotted, the scent of hibiscus and the numbness of tramadol.
One of best things I’ve ever seen via twitter.. at a women’s equality demo. best protest sign ever pic.twitter.com/weFVXR2R
I fucked up an omelette. I don’t even know who I am anymore.
I’ve got buns of steel…………that’ll teach me to forget to empty the bread bin.