Today I joined a cult. In a weak moment this morning my 21 year old son “enabled” me to join Face Book. It was 5am and we “clashed”. I was waking up, he was returning from a club. We bonded. I took him out to breakfast at the Wolseley because he was hungry and I was jet-lagged. Result. However neither of my daughters are talking to me and have effectively blackballed any of their friends from joining my world/network/friends/space. In fact they are barely talking to me. What do I care? I am hooked.
After reading Amelia Torode’s feature in this weeks Spectator I worry that at 46 I am an Oldie. I have two step-grandchildren and already have been embraced on Facebook by a godchild. The photo’s I upload are especially chosen and carefully edited. Hell – if I had the money and knowledge and skill I’d photoshop them. I feel like I have entered a crack den.
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