Twitter is five, and like all good five-year-olds it’s about time it paid its way. Me, on Techradar:
I was in Glasgow’s famousÂ Sauchiehall Street on Saturday night. If you haven’t been recently, it’s like a Hieronymus Bosch painting where the demons wear too-short skirts or G-Star Raw. It’s genuinely unpleasant, a seething mass of drunken, vomiting and occasionally fist-fighting imbeciles.
If you need proof that a significant part of the human race is as dumb as rocks, I can give you the postcode to prove it.
Or I can let you see Twitter on my phone.