It appears that today I have finally lost my sanity. Or is it still there, hiding under layers of Christmas chubbiness, and it is in fact just a couple of journalists making me frown?
Page 18 of the Telegraph today contains Bryony Gordonâ€™s Notebook. I really wish it didnâ€™t. She has decided to ramble on about Twitter and how it is, in her opinion, although she doesnâ€™t â€˜understand what this â€œtwitterâ€ thing isâ€™, a waste of space. Sort of like your column then, love.
Why is she bothering to write a useless rant (like I am...) when she hasnâ€™t bothered to understand how it works. I think the word â€œignorantâ€ fits in nicely.
Surely as journalists, we shouldnâ€™t snub this website, which keeps on finding its way into the news for being the first place a story breaks. (Sorry Sky!) A clear example â€“ Mumbai.
But then has this woman who claims she is addicted to programmes like X-Factor ever even heard of Mumbai?! Okay, maybe Iâ€™m being a little harsh. Read it for yourself. Youâ€™ll also get her little rant on touch screens at the end â€“ another enlightening read.
Oh but thereâ€™s moreâ€¦ A Guardian blog by Steven Wells. Heâ€™s decided we need to make the guitar easier to play. Sort of like how theyâ€™ve made NME (he used to write for them) easier to read by turning it into a picture book magazine. Next week he might suggest cutting a piano in half to give it less keys. I canâ€™t wait.