I have no idea how many times I’ve already bounced the Twitter feed this morning. Wandering around the house, the garden, making coffee, putting the washing on. How many tweets have I seen today already? Twitter would know. My guess is several hundred, at least. The news cycle of Saturday morning used to be slow. Different to the rest of the week. I’d often walk to the newsagent and buy a newspaper. The newsagent was a mate, we’d chat for a bit. I’d come home. Make a coffee. Sit down and read it. Maybe a couple of hours spent with it over the course of the day.