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I'm not following you back because you are not real. None of you with the same background actually exists as a human being. When I follow one of you, with your similar blue backgrounds looking like the Zombie Virtual Illuminati, I am DMed with a request to buy more Not Real followers. Despite your protests to the contrary, they're not real either. Ironic, that I am messaged by not real people, who insist there are many more people ready to follow me, who are equally as real. But I'm not going to engage with not real people. I can envisage one point at which I might buy not-real bot-real followers: If I reach my following limit and I want to follow many more people. This is not an ideal scenario for me. Ideally, you should get real. Then I might follow you.

Here are some novel-writing tips from the experts: Is there a standard paragraph indentation for novels, in terms of inches or centimeters? Yes. It's called a "span", and a person who employs this paragraph technique is a "spanner". If you use it throughout your novel, you're known in the publishing industry as a "complete spanner". Complete spanners measure their paragraph "span" by placing their middle finger over the screen between the text and white space at the start of the paragraph when Word magnification is at 128.25% using Tahoma font. You can stare at your middle finger and draw a virtual line across the screen with the index finger of your free hand until it touches the far edge of the screen. Then, trace your eyeline back to the middle finger and focus on it. Once you're happy, think about writing your manuscript, rather than considering what a complete spanner you are.

Dublin's vibrant arts scene is impressive relative to the city's size. The Annesley House is one venue I had never encountered before (as a performance space). An intimate stage on the upper floor at Dublin's North Wall / Fairview / Five Lamps area was the setting for an interesting and eclectic showcase of artistic endeavour. But according to its organisers, the House Presents takes place at Annesley House every first Friday. More details at  http://thehousepresents.wix.com/thehousepresents and https://www.facebook.com/thehousepresents . Aiden O'Reilly kicked things off at the Holy Sahhurdeee show. He read excerpts from a short story that was both surreal and vividly authentic in its depiction of a relationship's highs and lows. It reminded me of a tale by Israeli writer Etgar Keret, similar in theme rather than content, with its surreal edge and its treatment of and implications about gender and relationships. Next up was a duo: Harpist Maeve Gilchrist 's wo

In 1948, the Inter-Party coalition replaced Fianna Fáil. Dev and the gang - in government for more than a decade - had always been eager for news from the Vatican about red hat appointments. Dev as a Chyung F'laa Archbishop of Dublin John Charles McQuaid hadn't been made cardinal in the previous two sets of corporate promotions because even in Rome, people were starting to realise he was anti-Protestant, anti-Semitic, anti-mixed athletics, anti-dancing, and pre-marital-antenatal-send-them-off-to-the-laundries. Via correspondence with the organisers, he had effectively prevented Catholic-Protestant and Catholic-Jewish fora from taking place, insisting that only Catholics could lecture at the meetings, and that he had to approve the speakers (mostly priests), although he had no objection to Protestants and Jews attending. The dodgy WW2 Pope Pius XII - who (some claim) was less outspoken against the Nazis than he should have been - looked at the Archbishop of Dublin and thought: &