Yup, that's right people, Twitter have sorted out there site, made it all happy, jolly and colourful and alloted a number for English people to text to. That means I can text in. That means you guys get to know when I'm standing behind anyone who smells malodorous, or watching chavs, out of their face on Frosty Jack's cider, try to catch a pidgeon with a shoe (nowhere near as useful as a hunk of chocolate and a cardboard box, is it Spenny?)
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Guess where I'm blogging from.
The bath. Yes, I'm actually in the bathtub. There's no water in it though, as that would be silly.
Goddamnit, I love wireless.
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