This afternoon various people started text messaging me to ask why my Twitter account had been suspended. Needless to say, the news came as something of a surprise. No one from Twitter had contacted me and, after filing a complaint, I’ve been left kicking my heels and speculating.

The two competing theories are 1) that this guy complained about me (seems unlikely that Twitter would take him seriously) or 2) that I’ve breached some sort of ethical code for posting 4 or 5 30 second clips from the Pixies concert I attended the previous evening. (Again, this seems unlikely as there’s nothing about this mentioned in Twitter’s code of conduct.) But may all have been some ghastly mistake. Only time will tell.

If you’ve never had your account suspended then you probably won’t know that although you can’t respond, you’re able to read all your mentions. I guess it’s a bit like being a ghost at your own funeral. Despite the frustration, it’s been heartwarming to see the overwhelmingly positive response. Here a few of my favourite sympathy messages:

And my favourite:

Sadly, there are always a few gits.

I’m not even sure who Bob Harrison is. I’ve certainly never knowingly interacted with him.

I’ll let you know what’s going on as soon as I know myself. Normal service will be resumed as promptly as the gods of social media permit.