I’m quite a happy bloke overall. I think most people that know me would hesitate to call me grumpy or bad-tempered and most of the time I’m irrritatingly upbeat but the other day I got irrationally angry.
That last bastion of old-school masculinity, James Bond, is everywhere again.
Every man watching Bond leaves the cinema secretly pretending he is a secret agent,
What if we all had to be really honest on Facebook?
I’ve had one of those days where I am continually and inexplicably drawn to Facebook.