Today I quit Twitter.
Well, at least for now.
I love Twitter: the constant rush of intelligence and insight, the extraordinary links, the amazingly witty and pleasant personas, the speed of debate and critical dissection, the ever-changing and glittering #hashtags...
In many ways, Twitter represents the nicer and more thrilling forces of human nature.
So why quit?
Well, it was becoming addictive.
By a sequence of lucky accidents I had amassed just under 5000 followers.
And I kept on wanting to get a new Twitter "high".
At one stage I tried to get as many twitterers as possible to defame Uri Geller.
At another I promoted the mass re-tweeting of the Betjeman line "come friendly bombs and fall on Slough" as a protest against the Crown Prosecution Service's misconceived approach to section 127 of the Communications Act 2003.
But still I wanted more.
I was even resorting to baiting the fearsome Obnoxio the Clown, just to get that evermore elusive Twitter high.
But soon even Obnoxio failed to amuse.
There was no way to go, but to turn cold turkey.
And so I quit.
More seriously (#irony re the above, for the earnest), I have only so much spare time whilst I write the book of the BCA v Simon Singh case, and I would rather devote that to blogging and Westminster Skeptics.
Should I ever finish the book, I will probably return, not least to promote it.
And if there is some libel or other legal madness before then, I may well revive the account in a hurry just to try and do something about it.
The account after all is only dormant, not deactivated.
So I may be back, one day.
But in the meantime, if really you want someone to blame for me quitting Twitter, please go and blame @obotheclown.
He just wasn't funny enough...
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