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ER: The Passenger. Huawei: Say Yes. Direct Relief - A Simple Touch. See, Jamie loves to play the victim, he constantly talks about how his entire city Derby, in case you were wondering is out to get him, and that the internet is his only refuge from this region-wide bullying.

Yet, he also tweets about what cinema he's going to be at. It's a worrying delusion of our times, a man who isn't famous at all pretending to be hounded like the late Diana. See that forehead graffiti above? Because, as you'll see, River is clearly a young man with some issues with humanity.

I Was on a school trip and my mate bought some porn mags and i had a wank into a spar bag and but cum on his nose while he was asleep. River's a Twitter comedian of sorts, but not the kind of comedian who actually tells jokes. More like the kind who tells blatantly falsified masturbation anecdotes. You probably aren't going to see him on Live at the Apollo any time soon.

But maybe he's an anti-comedy genius with a Meta streak? Let's look through his pictures to get a better idea of the man behind the wank stories. Looking through the people that retweet River's scatological haikus, one of the most surprising things you notice is that it's not just his lesser equivalents that share his work. There are a lot of seemingly otherwise decent people who feel the need to share somebody else's story about "wanking in my belly button" or whatever it is today.

River's no comedy provocateur, but he tells us something about the popularity of out and out stupidity. Perhaps his fame is symptomatic of a reaction against the Cambridge wordplay of the Grown Up Twitterati and their ilk. While everybody else on Twitter is desperately trying to find new ways to say they dislike David Cameron, River's throwing out shit like this:.

If you have big slug eyebrows ill think you're a massive bellend and ill shave them off while you sleep. Nope, "Willow Prowse" is not the name of a minor Tolkien character with a fan-made Twitter page, but a real-life boy who's become somewhat "Twitter famous. To be fair to him, his hair is great, it permanently looks as though he's mid-way through the part of a haircut when the barber asks if you'd like any wax or gel. Like the vainest of Hollywood actors, Willow's favorite thing to do is make himself look ugly, as if saying to the world: "Me at my worst is better than you at your best.

He has a YouTube channel in which a series of funny faces, anecdotes, and Nicki Minaj impressions seem to exist as an excuse to run his fingers through his perfect mane. But of course, Willow's preferred medium is Twitter, and the sheer inanity of his work in the field makes Olly Riley look like Chomsky.

He's a man who speaks purely in the most basic terms, yet his fans seem to find a profundity in the things he says:. Whereas Olly Riley and Jamie Smith trade on aggression and pubescent laddiness, Willow Prowse is a more delicate proposition, but one whose endgame is basically the same.

He's still self-obsessed and demands attention, he just uses emoticons rather than pictures of his dick to get it. He's Aaron Carter to their Marky Mark. There's a wealth of guys like this out there, from the world famous to the ones with 12 followers. But the reason I focused on these four, is that Twitter is not just the means to an end for them, it's their only medium.

You see, most people who try to get favorited tweets on trends are aspiring Huffington Post small-timers or mixtape rappers, but these four are just themselves. They are the small-town disco dancers of Twitter, having to come to terms with the idea that the rest of their life will have very little relevance to their passion.

Which is being dicks on the internet. I understand that essentially these are just teenagers who've been given access to a lot of sympathizers and admirers at an age most of us should be dropping bottles off bridges, but there's something actually quite troubling at work here. Without wanting to get all Freakonomics on you, I think guys like this represent the natural conclusion of the internet-bound isolationism so many children are brought up with these days.

They're the hazardous by-product of a generation that was told it was better off staying in and taking photos of itself rather than going out to eat mud-pies.

Our culture has transformed boys from being snotty rascals to sickening narcissists. We've turned them into arrogant, attention seeking, preening morons who think the world owes them a drink. To be honest, I'd rather my kids played with fire than played with Wella Shock Waves products and then sat around waiting to be told they are brilliant.