Further to my last post I realise that I am already a witterer so the step to twittering should be smooth and shiny. I was on a course the other day, learning how to write brilliant website copy. Jonathan, our teacher, had a head as big as a bucket, metaphorically speaking which stimulated my Paxman gland (intellectual brilliance with a sneer and a big nose does it for me). I really wasn’t flirting but I did keep asking questions, rather too much obviously because the girl to my left asked if I had always been a classroom chatterbox. I’m obviously born to twitter…
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