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on August 28, 2013

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The demise of Twitter

In less than a month Twitter has gone from a relatively viable, if not currently profitable, company with 7500ish employees to, allegedly, less than 1000 this morning after entire swathes of teams have been fired or quit. It's sad to see something that has been such an institution in the last 10 years crumbling so quickly. But is it actually crumbling quickly? Or has it been a big old tree that's been slowly rotting for some time? Now, first, a disclaimer - I definitely do not think Elon Musk has done a good job here. In my opinion he made many bad decisions in quick succession, and has alienated all of his best (ex)-members of staff. The industry won't forget it in a hurry. However - Twitter was already in trouble - The sheer levels of toxicity and abuse that some individuals have received, the sheer amount of fake bot traffic that was never quite addressed. The terrible, and sometimes quite despicable, manipulative "promoted" tweets. It's admirable

Back to the Doctor

By Steve Lake The TARDIS wheezed and groaned into existence, materialising next to a large wooden structure in the dark, dusty wild west town. A tumbleweed tumbled past, and in the distance a dog barked. It was the middle of the night, and so fortunately no-one had seen the arrival of the blue box. The door creaked open and Clara Oswald wandered out, followed by The Doctor “So.. the wild west eh?” Clara said, excitedly “Outlaws and sheriffs, stetsons and gunsmoke!” “Hmm..” replied the Doctor, scanning the area with his sonic sunglasses “More like cholera, malnourishment and measles. But your version sounds much more fun, so let’s go with that” He popped a previously unforeseen stetson onto his head. “Reckon I look the part Miss Clara?” He said, badly faking a Texan accent, while removing his sunglasses and putting them in his pocket “Sure do, Doc” Clara replied, with a far more convincing accent “I’m questionin’ why we rode into this town though” The Doct

The Cat And The Tree

The small grey cat came every day to the abandoned quarry to play. She liked to scramble over the rocks and climb the trees to watch, and let’s be honest, to try and catch the birds. This particular day was slightly different as there had been a lot of noise yesterday, lots of loud bangs and annoying silver things in the sky. Then the few remaining humans had left in a rush, leaving her behind. The cat was alone, wondering where everyone had gone, and also wondering when was someone going to come back give her some food? She couldn’t possibly be expected to fend for herself. Walking down further into the quarry, there was still no sign of the humans. And most importantly, still no cat food. She walked further. Everything looked like it always did, although some acrid smoke was rising from fires that weren’t there before. Probably, she thought, from all those bangs yesterday. Silly humans. And then she noticed it. She knew the layout this quarry extremely well a

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