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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…
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