I read somewhere that last week, Facebook added the same amount of users who are on Second Life. In just one week. And no, I can’t understand the new Facebook Apps feature, much though I’d like to. I do have a natty service for Facebook users, mind, so I’ll have to understand it sooner rather than later. That’s scary too.

But perhaps most scary is my discovery that my mother is also on Facebook.

Uh oh.

Thing is, I’m quite free with my status updates (they’re on this website’s front page, too) since they give a vague impression that I’m down with the kids, and not a boring 36 year-old whose idea of a long weekend is a good excuse to tidy the house and go to Tescos to buy a new bin - both of which I’ve done this weekend. Think of the Clubcard points. My status updates are along the lines of “James is meeting fatcontroller”. “James is currently in the pub, being bought too many glasses of Leffe Brune”. “James has lost his glasses”. “James is bizarrely in Oslo”. “James is waking up and discovering he is unaccountably covered in cheese”.

But my mother reading them? Shudder. It’s bad enough that she reads this blog from time to time (calling it, kindly, “James’s rant page”, I discover from my father). But now she’s discovered Facebook, only a few weeks after I discovered it, I worry that my mother’s nearly as hip as me, and that’s not good, trust me.

Anyway, must go. I want to be away from the Google Talk when she’s worked out Facebook applications before I have - that would be truly crushing.

(As an aside, on Thursday I will be bizarrely in Oslo - talking to the nice people at the top commercial radio station P4 about new platforms and radio. If you’re in Oslo, and you’re one of the near 200 subscribers to this blog, then it would be good to meet. I’ve only an hour or so, but why not? Get in touch).

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