The Internet is something of a double-edged sword, I meekly opine. There are times that I fret that it’s turning a whole generation of pasty, furtive boys into daylight intolerant hunchbacks with an overly strong handshake whose only real ambition is to find the address of THAT nightclub where THOSE kinds of parties take place with the SHAME-FREE CZECH AND HUNGARIAN GIRLS . Teenage girls tend to use the web to jabber with their mates (with whom they’ve just spent the whole school day jabbering, but still manage to find something they haven’t yet jabbered about), and finding older men to become obsessed with , be seduced by and eventually meet when visiting them during a spell spent at Her Majesty’s Pleasure , all while secretly conspiring to marry the baby-faced one out of the latest boy band at the drop of a hat . Then there is the descent of English into a kind of impenetrable code written by monkeys with typewriters in the throes of a protracted work to rule. As far as social n...
Wistful reflections, petty glories.