Facebook could be confused with the manual that comes with a new mobile/car/robot. There’s so much it can do but most people are so happy that the bloody thing works they never look under the SIM/bonnet/metal testicles.

Believe me, it’s better that way. Over the past 12 months I’ve spent more time with Facebook than is healthy. Moreover, no matter which buttons I press or how much time I spend down there, neither of us quite get off. Continue reading →