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Falling: "Cyclist haters"
Bloody cyclists insisting on going to work on a bike and holding up the traffic— Christopher Thom (@KernowDeth) May 17, 2013
There are many things worth getting angry about these days. This morning I’m oscillating between bigoted politicians, extreme weather events prompted by climate change and nightclub owners who claim that installing two-way mirrors in the ladies toilets is just a “bit of fun”. Against that backdrop, the activities of cyclists seem pretty benign, what with all that leisurely, quiet, pollution-free moving about. But for a certain kind of road user, cyclists are a menace ranking somewhere alongside arsonists – a menace that has to be stamped out.
Thing is, if you’re sufficiently angry with the world to follow the advice of young Steve, there, you’d be well advised not to tweet about it. Norfolk resident Emma Wray did. She’s closed her Twitter account, now, but the folk over at ipayroadtax.com screen grabbed it for posterity:
Aside for the fact that she doesn’t pay road tax either, because no-one does, because it was abolished in 1937, she was also admitting an offence, a fact which Norfolk Police were fairly quick to pick up on:
I stole a meal 4rm KFC n wen da police c me dey say 'get in da car',i reply'no tank u,i dnt nid a lift home'.den dey arrest me,PLS Y?*cryin*— Wale Hezekiah (@WaleLuvzGirl) January 28, 2013
I once shot a man just so I'd have something to tweet about.— Nick Ross (@NickBossRoss) September 24, 2012
And before any motorists reply carping on about "bloody cyclists", remember it is *their* lives hanging in the balance and just be patient.— Kaya Burgess (@kayaburgess) April 8, 2013
So much for global warming here in jersey— Jamie (@JOMalleyHarder) May 14, 2013
SO MUCH FOR GLOBAL WARMING.— Hunter G. (@handicap_hunter) May 14, 2013
(32 degrees and frost on the ground mid may)
This week is Mental Health Awareness Week. If you're not aware that it's Mental Health Awareness Week, you could say that the objective of Mental Health Awareness Week has failed. But its purpose is essential: to get people talking about mental health, to get people who wouldn't necessarily admit to having mental health issues to acknowledge them and seek a bit of help, to get friends of people who might have mental health issues to offer them a bit of love and support.
My anxiety is something that undulates pretty steadily these days; I wouldn't say that I ever feel particularly "normal" (who does?) but it's certainly manageable – and it became manageable thanks to great GPs, great therapists, great pals. But, you know, I still get dips when the anxiety peaks, like on odd numbered dates when their isn't an "R" in the month. Last night as I was attempting to go to sleep, this sequence of tweets popped up from @DaftLimmy – a profoundly talented chap whose glorious dicking about never particularly seemed like a front for a troubled soul. But he told us about his depression, and what he did about it, and for some reason it made me blub – not because his experiences necessarily chimed with mine, but just because I read it thinking "Actually, this might really help someone. He's doing a good thing, here."
I've no idea if @DaftLimmy is aware that it's Mental Health Awareness Week, but it's the best bit of Mental Health Awareness Week Awareness I've seen all week.
Before I go to sleep, I'd like to briefly talk about favourite subject: me. Specifically, my mental health.— Limmy (@DaftLimmy) May 15, 2013
I've been taking the antidepressant citalopram for 10 weeks now. I've been feeling semi-suicidal for years, like it's just who I am.— Limmy (@DaftLimmy) May 15, 2013
I've always had a problem getting tunnel vision, getting locked in a negative as fuck state of mind, seeing topping myself as an option.— Limmy (@DaftLimmy) May 15, 2013
It's normally anxiety, and getting fed up with it. But recently (last year or so) I've been getting depressed. Trance like.— Limmy (@DaftLimmy) May 15, 2013
I was staring through my son and lying on the floor hearing him talk to me but no listening.— Limmy (@DaftLimmy) May 15, 2013
And I was getting up almost every morning feeling fucking devastated. Big fucking sigh, another day of enjoying very little.— Limmy (@DaftLimmy) May 15, 2013
I went to the doctor and he offered citalopram, and after reading up on the pros and cons, I gave it a go.— Limmy (@DaftLimmy) May 15, 2013
So that's 10 weeks now, and I haven't felt suicidal once, I haven't toyed with the idea of destroying my life, haven't cried for no reason.— Limmy (@DaftLimmy) May 15, 2013
I'm still me, I still get bored and annoyed and I'm still a prick, but I just feel less like shite.— Limmy (@DaftLimmy) May 15, 2013
So this is just a wee reminder that if you've had enough and you think help would only work for OTHER PEOPLE, I'm here to tell you...— Limmy (@DaftLimmy) May 15, 2013
YOU CAN LIVE A HAPPIER LIFE, I SWEAR. DON'T TOP YOURSELF BEFORE TRYING OUT ALL THE FANTASTIC OPTIONS! GIE IT A BASH! MAY AS WELL!— Limmy (@DaftLimmy) May 15, 2013
Just walk into the doctor's and say "Em... what it is is, I've no been feeling too good. Mentally". And take it from there.— Limmy (@DaftLimmy) May 15, 2013
I'm no saying citalopram or any antidepressants are necessarily the answer for YOU, but they've worked a miracle for ME.— Limmy (@DaftLimmy) May 15, 2013
Anyway, there ye go, The End. I'll repeat all this in a fortnight, no doubt.— Limmy (@DaftLimmy) May 15, 2013
Night night. twitter.com/DaftLimmy/stat…— Limmy (@DaftLimmy) May 15, 2013
Falling: Daft Punk
The trajectory of Twitter reaction to the music of Daft Punk over the past few weeks has soared and plunged like an extremely uncertain eagle. It began when they put out a single featuring Nile Rodgers and Pharrell Williams, which was unanimously hailed as the best piece of music since prehistoric man clunked two hollow bits of wood together.
We couldn’t get enough of it. It became audible in pretty much every square foot of the UK.
Hey! People making trailers for TV! Here's an idea: you could use Daft Punk's 'Get Lucky'. You're WELCOME.— Chris Addison (@mrchrisaddison) May 14, 2013
We obligingly bought 500,000 copies.
But you can’t lavish praise on Twitter without dissenting voices blaring. Almost immediately, people decided that they didn’t think it was as good as other people thought it was – which is pretty bloody obvious, and, actually, holds true for every single piece of music ever made. Despite it reaching #1 in the charts, the consensus on Twitter was that people who expressed a liking for Get Lucky were failing to consider it in some kind of wider cultural context – which, of course, you have to do in order to appreciate music properly.
Then this morning’s news that the album was being streamed on iTunes prompted a screech of excitement! A whole album! By Daft Punk! To listen to! For free! Whoo! But it didn’t last long, because instead of sounding like “Da Funk”, it sounded a bit more like Toto or Steely Dan, which isn’t allowed, because we’re the ones who decide what Daft Punk should sound like.
Daft Punk's new album is an experiment in banality, marketing and reputation. They have officially GERVAISED.— Limmy (@DaftLimmy) May 13, 2013
By marginally disrupting people’s expectations in a way that people didn't particularly like, Daft Punk officially fell foul of Twitter users. Their punishment? To break pre-order sales records:
And to sit at the top of Twitter’s trending topics for the next 12 hours or so:
I wish there was still an embargo on talking about the Daft Punk LP.— Daniel Maier (@danielmaier) May 14, 2013
Today marks the end of a four-and-a-half month era, as Chris Hadfield – until yesterday the commander of the International Space Station – departs on a Soyuz flight back to earth. In the time he’s spent on the ISS he’s tweeted, sung songs, tweeted, taken pictures, tweeted, marvelled at the way water floats about in zero gravity and, amongst many other things apart from tweeting, chatted to William Shatner:
The reason we adore @Cmdr_Hadfield is because nearly every single one of his tweets has an untweeted subtext, along the lines of “F**KING HELL! I’M IN F**KING SPACE! CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS SH*T! JESUS! PINCH ME! THIS IS BLOWING MY F**KING MIND!” He expresses all the excitement, disbelief and forehead-rubbing awe that any one of us would feel if we found ourselves gazing at the Earth from 250 miles up. Even this morning, as he prepares to leave the ISS, he’s still tweeting gorgeous pictures of the planet – one of a series of snaps that reminds us of our own insignificance, our own mortality, and the fact that he’s in SPACE, godammit.
A skilled musician, Hadfield’s been recording an album during his stay on the ISS. One of the fruits of his labours, a version of Bowie’s Space Oddity, was uploaded to YouTube last night; it’s an emotional song even when stripped of context and playing on a knackered radio in a hairdressers, but Hadfield’s version had us reaching for the Kleenex, because… well, because he’s sitting in a tin can. Far above the world. Planet Earth is blue, and there’s nothing he can do.
When Twitter launched its Vine app a few weeks ago, people downloaded it in their thousands and then didn't really know what to do with it. For those of you unlucky enough not to own a video app that you find a bit superfluous, here's a brief summary: Vine allows you to film up to six seconds of video and then loop it. Most people film their cats or their legs and then sigh to themselves and put their phone down.
But now, finally, a use has been found for Vine. Writer and director @RyanWMcHenry has spent valuable time sitting in front of his television, filming himself attempting to feed Ryan Gosling cereal. Twitter is going nuts for this – and I'm not even using the word "nuts" because you sometimes get nuts in muesli and that would be hilarious. Nuts is what's happening. Ryan Gosling is trending on Twitter for reasons completely beyond his control.
It thrusts a dagger into my heart to have to feature an example of corporate bandwagoning in today's Twitter Index. But this timely and, I hate to say it, vaguely amusing tweet from Nando's UK is currently being retweeted so often that it's even managing to drown out the digital noise of people banging on about how much they don't care about the Queen's Speech. I'm also aware that I mentioned a fried chicken company in yesterday's bulletin – but please, let me reassure you that I'm not currently gorging on free spicy wings that have been biked to my door by grateful chicken vendors. I'm actually drinking a glass of Thames Water, which is delicious. I have it piped in specially. Costs around £250 a year. I can highly recommend it.
Anyway, whoever it was in Nando's social media team that had the idea of posting that tweet is probably being carried shoulder high around the office and being blasted in the face with lashings of peri-peri sauce squirted by grateful and jubilant colleagues. For those of you who are happily ignorant of matters pertaining to football, a) Sir Alex Ferguson is stepping down as manager of Manchester United after bloody ages, b) there's a phenomenon known as "Fergie Time" which c) is the time that supposedly gets added on by a referee to a game that Manchester United are losing in order to allow them to win; d) People reckon it's five minutes, but e) BBC did an investigation and found out that it's 79 seconds.
Anyway, if you're dining in Nando's tonight you'll be allowed not 79 but 300 extra seconds to ram some more sweet potato mash in your face, thanks to Sir Alex's retirement plans. If for some reason your local Nando's is off message and tries to make you leave at 11pm on the dot, maybe create some kind of social media campaign to complain about it, and we can watch Twitter eat itself, flame-grilled.