Twitter is gaining more followers

Are you on twitter yet? #getwithit

This generation are obsessed with telling people exactly what they're doing and when...why?

Ellie Saunder.

The Guardian.com, Monday 14th October 2013 14:20 BST

The Twitter logo; which I expect we'll be seeing more of.

Twitter.com is a website where you can tell all your followers anything you want that fits into a 140 character limit. Sounds pointless, right? Well in 2012, according to the 'illuminating facts about Twitter: 2012 edition article on PR Daily by S Collier' there were 500 million registered profiles, 100 million of these were active, and 50 million of these were active daily (according to illuminating facts about Twitter: 2012 edition article on PR Daily by S Collier). That's a big jump if you ask me, 500 accounts and only 100 of these actually active? Maybe it is pointless. Why would you want to read what all your friends and strangers are doing, and see their internal thoughts every second? Is this actually a useful addition to our lives?

Unlike facebook, unless you protect your tweets, anyone can see what you're saying and tweeting, however Twitter doesn't seem to be as personal as the likes of facebook. Tweets seem to be more generalized, and you can follow basically anyone you like, as long as they don't protect their tweets, anyone follows anyone who has a something in common with them. You can even follow your most loved celebrity if they have an account and keep up to date with them, sounds good ay.

However Twitter throws up trouble as well (what doesn't?), especially the constant hatred towards 'Beliebers' and 'Directioners' (I know, just bare with me) who are fans of the famous Justin Bieber and One Direction, which is thrown around using various hashtags. Hashtags are a way of making your tweet appeal to people who are also interested in that topic. This is a hashtag: # (ah, the subheading is making more sense now isn't it?)  and you can put anything you like after it, as long it's got no spaces or punctuation. Then people can go to the search bar and search hashtags, and therefore stumbling upon your tweet. Amazing!

You don't need to tweet things to have a twitter account, it defeats the whole point of the website, but you can simply have a twitter account to read what other people say, follow friends, read news articles, the list is endless. However you wouldn't be the only one to do this if you did, you would be joining the estimated 40% of all Twitter users that do this already. You don't even need to send a request to follow someone if their Twitter isn't protected, why not give it a try #itssimple

Monologue-Unreliable narrator

Background: A women is sat at a table with 2 police officers watching her from across the table. She is clearly nervous and is playing with her hands which lay calmly on the table. It is dark which stresses the paleness of the woman's face, she cannot make eye contact, she is deep in thought.

Monologue:
I know how it seems, (pause) you have to trust me though! I have never, ever touched drugs! Never! It is not something I would do?! (Looks at door, then back at hands) I don't know why the dog was interested in me, honestly. I am a moral woman who holds strong beliefs. A moral woman! Maybe I have touched something with drugs on? That explains it, that must be it! Right? (Silence. The woman stares at the police men, then slides down her chair) Please, I'm meant to be visiting my children, they've lived in Australia for almost 2 years. and I haven't seen them once! I live on my own, this is my only chance to talk to someone I really love! (The police look at each other and then write something down. The woman looks weary and fidgety, she sighs) Ok, Ok! My boyfriend, he takes recreational drugs, sometimes, rarely. Maybe I picked it up from our home, that works, please! Maybe he took it and had it on his hands and touched something in our home this morning, meaning I picked it up? Please let me see my child, I haven't seen him in about a year, my own son! Don't do this to me. (Woman bites at her fingernails and stares at door, he looks empty, plate and worried, almost suspicious. The woman talks, quietly) Why would I take drugs to an airport? (Sits up straight on chair and looks directly between the 2 police and talks in a medium tone) My sons, they love me so much. The day they were born was the best day of my life. They love me so much, they need me! They need their mother! Why would you deny them the pleasure of seeing their own Mum? Good luck with handling that on your conscious.

The little market, innocent and pretty. Couples walking around hand in hand, ranging from 16 to 61 years old. Men and women sitting behind little stalls selling hats, swimming costumes, jewellery, and many different people walking around, smiling, laughing, observing their potential future purchases. The best time of day is when it gets dark, and they have little fairy lights hanging from their marquee and umbrellas, you can hear the waves falling calmly onto the shore and the calmness of the atmosphere. With the laughter of families and legions of yellow and orange ice-cream cups, it is impossible not to feel at home there. It's clean; not a drop of litter on the floor, not a speck of dirt on the brick ground. And the best thing is; is there are no horrible Seagulls, no calling of the Seagulls filling the air and interrupting the sound of the peaceful sea. This place is sounding like a magical, mysterious place right? You're wrong. This beautiful place is Saint-Vincent-de-Tyrosse in the south of France, and I dare you to go there and say anything in this paragraph is wrong. 

Bon voyage.