Yup. Dickhead Dorsey redesigned it so that certain extensions (my troll-checker, Adblock and Twitter Guff - a brilliant wee extension that blocked the stupid “trending topics” and “who to follow” shite) wouldn’t work.

*does happy dance*

I’m nearly finished with the series and I’m loving it pretty much every step of the way. No spoilers (whilst I am a bastard and a total cunt to a lot of you, I’m not that much of a monster) but I will say this: I had to replay the scene with the dolphin three times because I laughed so much. Bloody well scared the cat!

I was working for a major telecoms company in the UK - way back when the RAZR first appeared on the scene and I still remember the impact it had on the phones we sold at the time. Back in the mid-2000s our 3G handsets were...clunky. Seriously, seriously clunky and a lot of them were utter shite. I think that at one…

Well, I tittered.  YOLO, honey, YOLO.

Nancy, honey, from a fellow white person?

Must admit, I do tend to get psychotic tendencies regarding Craft Beer Bros.  There is a reason why they stopped serving beer in glass pints, you know...

We’re just pathetic, old chap.

I don’t understand why you’d consider a hot dog not to be a sandwich. Yes, it looks like a lopped off dick drained of all blood (and skinned), but it’s usually found served up between two halves of a bun and decorated with (this is going by Mr Vinegar’s opinion) some caramelised slow-cooked onions dusted with cayenne…

Pah, being old doesn’t help. I’m nearly forty, still get ID’ed and let me tell you - it gets annoying. Curse my mother’s family for their freakish genetic trick of not seeming to age and curse my father’s family for not losing their hair/not going grey until their in their sixties. Facial hair doesn’t help either (I…

Dear Carded,

Aye, okay.  I take it you’ve never been to Extremadura?  Andulusia?  Pretty much all of southern Spain has been verging on desert for the past fifty years or so (not helped by the swarms of tourists and economic refugees from countries like Britain swallowing up resources).  

Just as long as they have the light-sabre toaster from the film, I’m a happy bunny (and no to Zooey Deschanel.  She irked me more than that time I had to listen to my little cousin’s first - and last - recorder recital...)

Oooooh, next-day-pho!  Oxtail curry (which somehow always tastes better the next day)!  

PEOPLE.

Then, in all brutal honesty, you’ll only have yourselves to blame. I know that a lot of you’ll have had done everything you could to prevent Shart’s presidency (he’s not a Trump (British fart), but a Shart) but, hey, it wasn’t enough and I know that there’ll be a fair number of you who sat back, smugly voted for…

I know everyone’ll be quoting Blade Runner, but, for me, he’ll always be Navarre from Ladyhawke.  And yes, I’ll admit, he was one of the first guys I had a crush on in a film.  Such a damned brilliant actor.  

If you’ve never been exposed to the glacial glare of a pissed off Parisien woman (or worse, the full-blown fury of said-woman losing her absolute shit at you) then count yourself lucky. 

It’s made more delicious when you realise that the economy in the US is still feeling the effects of the Obama administration. There’s a lot of evidence to say that those signs are disappearing (the trade wars with China alone are prone to be disastrous). Too many thick arseholes out there in the Midwest (let’s face…

I’m remarkably chilled about this fucker getting in. The reason is simple: He. Just. Won’t. Last. Brexit alone is a poisoned chalice - either we get out, our economy tanks and the Conservatives are finished that way, or we don’t get out and he gets forced into a General Election (and given how fucked-up the Tories…