Shamefacedly, I will admit that I am addicted to Facebook. I like it more than I assumed I would. Shame because the owner of this thing is a billionaire and I am a ‘hundredaire’. It’s a modern convenience that’s a meet and greet arena for folk that’s all mouths and trousers. All talk and no action. Nuances of inflated lives gather here like a bloated hippo. It’s ugly and I love it. As I scroll, there are a number of, ‘My life feels like getting dahlias each morning’, ‘I am happier than you’and ‘I only dine five-star and travel business class’ updates. These special people alternate between ‘#Selfie #Teamlightskin #VeraweavesLane’, ‘Checking into Windsor with bae’, ‘Off to Zanzibar with Jambojet’ (Jambojet does not fly this route by the way), Wise quotes, Bible quotes when forlorn and the ugliest of them all, ‘Robin Van Persie you hottie!’ (A moment of silence for pretend football fans). I cannot help myself, it’s too entertaining. The culprits here are? Women.