Tuesday, 18 August 2009

Twatter.

Myspace has become a barren wasteland; people are turning away from Facebook as it becomes over populated by mums and dads... Ah, but at least we have Twitter.

I admit, i am sceptical of this site.

I find it hard to believe that people are actually interested in blow by blow accounts of the minute details of peoples lives...

Who cares what Ashton Kutcher had for breakfast or what Stephen Fry thought of the wine in the restaurant he was visiting?

Well, apparently, lots of people are interested...

And after seeing the Tim Westwood Twitter, so am i...

(along with 30,151 others)

There is a certain element of Alan Partridge-esque tragedy in the life of "The Big Dog"... it seems it's not all "bowing down and kissing the ring" and "dropping the bomb" (though he does regularly drop the bomb)...

It seems Tim's life is a veritable whirlwind of shit clubs, public transport and, bizarrely, porridge.

I've pasted some of my favourites below but if you really want to get a feel for a day in the life of the big dog - i suggest you "get locked" and check out the the Twittering twat for yourself.

Holler!

http://twitter.com/timwestwood

Hit up the link dawgs!

In the meantime...

"On the Gatwick Express rollin - Easy Jet check-in, porridge at EAT, then priority boarding (£15) infront of families with children & eldery."
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"Just hit Bar Italia for some hot chocolate - gonna get back to the crib to practise my jerk dancing in front of the mirror."

"On a train from Barrow-in-Furness to Lancaster standing room only stopping at every random village. Feels like a low point in the game."


"No porridge!"


"Got back so late from Cardiff hit the McDonalds breakfast - regreting that shit right now"


Should have stuck to the porridge.







Chuuurch!

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