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Haven’t posted in a while which apparently in blogging terms is a bad thing. You’re supposed to do it every day.  Although interestingly of the 133 million blogs a mere 7.4 million have been updated in the past 120 days.  This means that about 126 million blogs are actually abandoned.  Well I’m pleased to say that this isn’t one of those.  Saying that, there have been *a lot* of things going on in the world that could be blogged about particularly if you’re partial to  the odd spot of ranting - for example:

The media forgetting that Jacko was a bankrupt dodgy dealing drug addicted paedophile and carrying on like it was Diana all over again.  He was the peoples paedo.  Sniff.  We’ll miss him that funny little white elfin black fellow. Let us remember the good stuff and forget the kiddy fiddling. Lets pardon all the kiddy fiddlers who can sing and do funny walks on stage - throw open those prison doors.  er, hangonaminute, who is actually going to miss this bastard?  I mean really?

Gordon brown ad finitum.  Just answer a straight fucking question. Just once.  Please.  You are going to cut public spending because we have no money.  It’s simple economics.  My 7 year old could work out that you can’t spend what you don’t have.

The wimbldeon roof.  Yes it slides.  Excellent.  Must it be talked about solidly for two weeks.

Ben Fogle.  This man seems to be everywhere.  I can’t muster up any hatred for him because he seems such a thoroughly nice bloke but I can’t handle too many nice people in the media and he seems to be omnipresent.  Time for you to push off on a long two year adventure, Ben, before you outstay your welcome.

Ronnie Biggs.  He coshed an innocent train driver over the head during the ‘great’ train robbery.  It wasn’t great for the coshed driver who spend the following 7 years thinking he was a brussel sprout beforemeeting an early death.  Then Biggs escaped to Spain and Brazil and then when he ran out of money came home to serve his sentence.  Which was 30 years.  Justice doesn’t work like that.  You can’t chose when society is reasonable if you have not chosen to live reasonably within the laws that society lays down for the good of all.  It’s the way it works. If he had served his time AT the time then he would be out and would have been able to die with dignity surrounded by his family.  He made his choices. I’m sick of peoples supposed rights when they’ve done nothing to deserve those rights.

But none of these things riled me enough to force me to log in and get ranting because all my spare time of late has been spent watching The Wire. Even when not watching The Wire I’m thinking about how long it will be until I can watch The Wire.  It’s brilliant on so many levels. The writing, the characters, the woven plots, the good the bad and the ugly of each character, the engagement you have with people that you shouldn’t engage with, the violence, the gangster banter.  It’s genius and it’s stopped practically all bloke output.  But then there’s been news on Twitter.  The little snippet on the Telegraph website that some really smart marketing firm in Australia is offering a service that buys you followers on Twitterwank sent me off on one.  Because it’s clearly become obvious to anyone who isn’t S Fry that you’re not going to get many followers based in your 25 characters of mindless soul numbing warbling.  And not having followers makes you feel a failure.  You see the pinnacle of life is to have hundreds of people you don’t know hanging on your every vacuuous thought on what you ate for supper and if you don’t have that then you simply are not cool enough for school.  So the bright chaps USocial, spotting a gap in the market, can buy you followers.  And lo, you will be fulfilled and popular and not feel like a hollowed out cheat who’s been ripped off. Who thinks this shit up?

It’s all here : http://www.telegraph.co.uk/scienceandtechnology/technology/twitter/5767014/Twitter-users-can-buy-followers-to-boost-popularity.html

Anyone got any ideas how many inactive twitter accounts there are?

Grrrrr.