As you can tell, I’m not a big fan of TwitSpace, MyFace or whatever the other one is called. I tried MySpace a couple of years ago for a few weeks, but it seemed to be a horrific collection of kiddie’s attempts at ‘my first website’: Music that plays when you open the page with background images that you can’t read the text over. Perhaps because it was the kiddies first attempt at the web?
Then Facebook came along. It was good. It has a simple clean design that people couldn’t ruin themselves. It was a kind of free Friends Reunited. Then you started getting alerts like ‘Keith Lemon has bitten your neck, now you are a zombie. Go and bite other people!’. As your network grew you started getting status updates from random folk, like the ex-boyfriend of a girl you went to primary school with; ‘Neville Bamshoe can smell his spam fritters cooking for tea. Yum!’. You them realised that school reunions were a thing of the past and that perhaps you didn’t keep in touch with that person for a good reason.
As I read the EADT today, Craig ‘Lazie’ Lynch, a fugitive from the local prison continues to taunt the useless police force through Facebook. Incredibly, he has twelve thousand followers and even a supporter selling home-made t-shirts on ebay. Facebook; a place for chavs, a place for people to post photos of their drunken antics, a place for readers of The Sun.
Finally, there is Twitter. I’ve never tried it because I don’t really understand it. It seems like a mass twitching session for folk with hyperactivity disorders and with only a sentence to blurt out at a time.
So this is my MyFace, this is my Twatter. Here there are no adverts, there is no background music from an emo band you’ve never heard of. Just my thoughts, hopefully amusing, well written, more than one hundred and sixty characters in length and hopefully sufficiently critical of the ridiculous world everyone else seems to live in!