Absolutely no contest for tweet of the week, which comes courtesy of the erroneously hasbeened Katie Price, to whom genuine commiserations are clearly due.
But if you're one of those people currently considering tweeting a picture of a dish you have just been served in a restaurant – or, like me, labouring under the misapprehension that people might give a toss about something you might shortly have to say about Richard Littlejohn – then I hope we can agree that now is the time to take the most unsparing of looks at our work, and remind ourselves of what something actually worth the bandwidth looks like. And so:
"Jane Pountney is 50 next year cloned into me with my help she is a whore, home wrecker slut".
It's fair to say there's a helluva lot packed into the above. In fact, in those 92 characters is distilled a dark psychological novel, volume six of an autobiography, a potted history of early 21st-century fame culture, and at least two forthcoming reality series. Like I say, a snap of your endive probably isn't going to cut it from here on in.
