I don’t like everything about Twitter. There are times when a clash of “tone” makes it feel prettty uncomfortable - like going out for dinner and having the person next to you strip naked and sit on their lasagne, crying, while other diners are playing Scrabble or trying to put a hat on a guinea pig.
In praise of Twitter (apart from the above, obvs), from Shelagh McKinlay’s excellent blog.
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