Not a week goes by without some other hack getting a kicking from the professionally disgusted of Twitter, spurred on by a small army of would-be writers, transparently jealous of their chosen target's success.
Saline murders and Max Clifford aren't comfortable bedfellows for me. And so any sympathy I had for Rebecca Leighton has now disappeared.
You'd think I'd be numbed to tits and arse by now. Tabloid background, former swordsman etc. But when those Scarlett Johansson pictures hit the net, I joined everyone else in clicking the little yfrog Twitter link - and then cursing as it failed to load three times.
Once again my hate-affair with Traffic Wardens has been reawakened. "I've already issued the ticket," he smirked as I returned just six minutes late t...
