Oops. I seem to have accidentally upset some Second Life users with my column this week.

“Wandering around Second Life today is like visiting Blackpool in February; all sad empty shops, deserted car parks and the stench of loneliness — and the opportunity to buy a fake cock for two quid. Occasionally — very occasionally — you’ll chance upon another depressed lump of sub-humanity, wandering aimlessly and wondering what wrong junction they had taken off the M6 motorway of their life to end up somewhere so desolate. At least Blackpool has Cannon and Ball — Second Life couldn’t even book the wife out of the Krankies...”

Don’t know how.

Update: apropos of nothing...