Jonathan Ross, Jimmy Carr, John Cleese... they're all at it. Twitter is the crack of the showbiz world. They're all addicted. Updating their Twitter status every few minutes from their Blackberries and iPhones as thousands of adoring fans await their updates with eager anticipation. Not that I'm judging, I love to pry on Fry, read the ramblings of Russel Brand and see photos of Danny Wallace killing time in Richard and Judy's greenroom. Procrastinating has never been so easy.
My favourite 'tweet' so far was from Alan Carr... "Just watched 'The Wrestler', loved it, I wouldnt be surprised if Donatella Versace goes on to win the Oscar. She was amazing."
There's something deliciously voyeuristic about Twitter, it beats watching Celebrity Big Brother because you're only following the celebrities you like or are interested in. Not thick glamour models, shamed TV presenters or one of Michael Jackson's siblings. In fact, could this be the end of celebrity reality shows?
It's like being able to text them, read their diary and track their every waking movement. A new generation of celebrity cyber-stalkers has been born...
My favourite 'tweet' so far was from Alan Carr... "Just watched 'The Wrestler', loved it, I wouldnt be surprised if Donatella Versace goes on to win the Oscar. She was amazing."
There's something deliciously voyeuristic about Twitter, it beats watching Celebrity Big Brother because you're only following the celebrities you like or are interested in. Not thick glamour models, shamed TV presenters or one of Michael Jackson's siblings. In fact, could this be the end of celebrity reality shows?
It's like being able to text them, read their diary and track their every waking movement. A new generation of celebrity cyber-stalkers has been born...
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