I don't have the greatest of relationships with Twitter. It's wormed its way into the cracks of my life now, weeding out and up into the in-between moments, the time when the human brain is supposed to be empty, supposed to be just taking a sec to recover. Queues, coffee breaks, compulsive tab-switches between bursts of work. I am perennially in the process of phasing it out - and then, magic. The latest is an account that's not just an occasional day-brightener but something more, something worryingly close to obsession. That is: Footy Scran.

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