Ahead of the curve as ever, I yesterday joined Facebook. This was purely to view a specific group page which a mate has set up for an old gang. I was alarmed to discover that Facebook reads your email addresses to suggest ‘friends’; and that other people who have your email address can discover you unless you monkey with the privacy settings. Of course, I now blush at my naivety.
Please don’t be offended if I ignore any request you might have made to be my Facebook pal. We can be pals on Blogger or sometimes even real life. It’s just that I am at capacity as far as internet time-wastage goes and I really cannot afford to get drawn into that world.
The importance of staying out was brought home to me yesterday by a young female blogger who had linked to the infamous Scottish hate the English post. I perused some of her other posts and they all seemed to be long, agonised complaints about people who had been horrid to her on Facebook.