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Anyway, a week later (today) I had a blonde lady in a ford focus pull up and post the invite to the wedding. It was all nicely wrapped in cellophane and smelled like posh air freshner inside. Me and the old dear had been invited to the wedding ceremony but the reception part had been scribbled out.

What did this mean? Was there a reception? Why not invite us? Are we too old (34)??

It's no big deal but it's yet another series of events that leads me to suspect that facebook is actually a complete waste of time. In this example, I should really be able to say what I would to a someone I actually had a relationship with: 'Why no reception invite mate? And I won't be at the ceremony.. oh and I don't do formalities… etc.. etc..' but I realised I don't actually know her – she has no idea of my informal nature or extreme sense of humour. Facebook has not benefitted us at all. 

I'm busy on the day anyway, but that's beside the point. I have people on facebook that I would never say hello to if I saw them on the street. I have people who know people who have added me for whatever reason – people that I have never and will never meet. In fact, all my real friends email me or tweet.

The conclusion is dawning on me that facebook is just a voyeuristic pleasure-dome of freakishly weird relatives and friends that have nothing better to do except look at whatever everyone else is doing and not actually talk to them.

And the all blow-job comments on the pages of too-young-for-that-shit cousins are also a little disturbing.

Roll on tomorrow – I will send a last status update and jump back into the cloud…

This video is 20 minutes long – but every minute is worth it.