I'm genuinely glad there's a name for this
(as it implies it's not just me that it pisses off). I'm more of a Twitter man myself, but even that's not safe from this look-at-me cuntery.
"Bloody men"
"Made a big decision today"
"Grrr!"

For Christ's sake, shit or get off the pot. Either say something or don't. Stop clogging the internet with this panto-style pissing about, trying to sound enigmatic and hoping your legions of followers will come rushing to find out the full story.

It's the social networking equivalent of that infuriating habit in which someone who's talking will occasionally force you to interject for no good reason.

"I've just got back from the shops, I bought some milk, bread, box of Frosties... Oh and I got something else too!"
"........ *sigh* Oh, for fuck's sake. WHAT WAS THE OTHER THING YOU BOUGHT, PRAY TELL?"

A friend lent me Chris Moyles' autobiography once (yes, I *know*, 'Some friend' etc). I gave up on it when I realised he actually manages to write in that same tiresome artificial-suspense fashion.

"I had to hire a new sports reporter. So I wrote down a list of all the people I'd want to hire.


And I handed that list to Andy Parfitt.



There was only one name on the list."

I felt sorry for my friend, he paid good money for all those blank lines.
(costas, Sun 3 Apr 2011, 22:38, Reply)