I've long had a theory that someone will die of the internet. Not in some high concept, Doctor Who-like fashion - mind you, there's a thought. Memo to self: contact Russell T Davis ASAP!- but simply of a rage and frustration induced heart attack or stroke.
I find myself idly pondering what will be the final trigger. Will it be the pop up for penis extensions that finally kills off some innocent old dear doing a bit of surreptitious silver surfing?

