Apologies if this has been covered already, I can't be arsed to check: the Facebook thing. Why do some folk insist on sharing a pictorial record of every meaningless expenditure of kinetic energy they manage across the course of a bog standard day? Take your "went in my garden and had a drink May 2010 part one" photo album and f u c k the f u c k off, if you please. It doesn't mean you've got anything remotely resembling a life, it just makes it screamingly obvious you want everyone to think you have, because you're empty on the inside and dead behind the eyes.