Day 13 Photo shopped: blowing the whistle on myself
When I first joined Facebook I put up some photos of me; I think I chose three or four taken either that year or from
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Day 9 It’s not my party but I’ll cry if I want to
Someone asked me recently to come back to Facebook, and I explained that I couldn’t as having left the party and slammed the door loud
Continue reading »Day 4 And you are?
I have (now had) 100 friends on Facebook. They came to me through various channels. Some I know now and see in the flesh, some
Continue reading »Day 3 The Hardest Button To Button
Today was really difficult, I could hardly stop crying over the loss of Facebook, several times I went as far as typing my login. Only
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23.16 pm and as the nation’s Dorian Gray, Sir Cliff Richard opined, it’s these miss you nights that are the longest. I am missing Facebook
Continue reading »Cutting off my nose to spite my Facebook
As you know, dear reader, I am not in the habit (at least of late) of talking about me. I like TV and I like
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