Getting Punchy... virtually...

Obviously - as someone who spends all day staring at a screen pretending to work - I spend far too much time on Facebook, if I didn't live on my own - I probably wouldn't  but it's a good way to have some social discourse with friends I seldom see and it means I don't have to waste money buying people drinks.

There are lots of quite good things about FB - and lots of really crap things that you have to be wary of - but generally, with common sense - you can avoid most of them. I was depressed to see an automated alert in the middle of the night to tell me that a friend had been dumped, I also regularly get reminders to say hello to another friend who died earlier in the year - and I get a bit uncomfortable talking to one friend who still describes himself as married when the whole world knows his soon to be X is living happily with someone else.

People are always moaning about FB, but generally - it's something they have done themselves... and they never seem upset enough to just leave.

Today I managed to get into a row with someone I don't know - not that unusual, it was their own fault - they butted into a conversation I was having with someone else and acted like a twat - and I don't know them from Adam... except I do - because they are quite famous.

When I say famous - I know a lot of people, directly or indirectly - who have some media profile, simply because of the industry I worked in, or the colleges I went to ( I am a spectacular under achiever and I'm sure most of them swear blind they don't know me ), so if you were a media person with a fair to moderate profile between 1990 and 2000, I probably know you, or at least have a connection withing 2 or 3 degrees of seperation. In idle moments I try and think up famous people and by playing facebook 'who's had who' - I can usually get their page within 2 clicks.

This particular individual isn't very interesting but has made a media career ( fuck knows how ) by being the offspring of someone I really admired and have quite a few books by. They also write a fucking awful column in The Daily Mail... say no more. The last bit is really interesting because they told me to Fuck Off, not such a big deal in itself... but they recently wrote a piece for the Daily Mail with the theme: 'The Importance Of Good Manners' - which I was happy to remind her of ( providing helpful link ) in which she bemoaned such crassness - she replied with a hearty "Fuck Off, Please" ( I wish I'd though of that first .... I bet she does too )

Charming... some people are so bitter.... I was amused to see that, unusually for The Daily Mail... nobody had commented on her little piece... that must be the literary equivelant of being stood up by a blind date.
The moral f this story is, If I don't actually know you - I probably won't appreciate being abused by an arrogant, talentless cunt who in their interests lists 'lets keep the toffs out of Kentish Town'... she obviously can't understand irony...