In which the author: deactivates his Facebook account; pits Barrett vs Malick; discovers a forgotten email; reflects on life, and the human faculty of memory; realises that Mitt Romney must be a total ass-hat.
So I’m sat here, on a Friday night in. Ems and the girls are asleep upstairs, I’m sorting through a laptop I’ve brought back from work. It’s three or four years old now, I’m not sure what that is in computer years, but it’s definitely time to install pipe and slippers.
About half an hour ago I deactivated my Facebook account. Not an all-out deletion, but I’ve been building up to opting out for a while and I can’t see myself coming back any time soon.