Nixta Sinks

In cleaning out my old Linkspoint.com e-mail from the comfort not only of my own home, but in fact from Outlook 2003 using the fact that Exchange's Outlook Web Access doubles as a WEBDAV server, I came across a Friendster invitation.

My normal process is to delete those things immediately, but I'm hungover and a little slow today and before I could press the Delete key, I noticed it was from Giles. Logging on for the hell of it I saw that you can now do things like narrow down the people who can contact you or see you and make sure random retards don't contact you all the time and add you as their "special" friends in the internet equivalent of a fucktard's herpes party. I also was intrigued to see how many of my friends were listed via the network. Only found a couple of new ones that I recognised.

Looking like a poet Lesson 1

I felt my profile was a little dated so I modified it, uploading some new photos as I went (thanks to Greg), and can now leave the bugger alone for the next 8 months happy in the knowledge that people may be freshly offended/disappointed by stumbling across me.

And the whole point of this? I started playing with their search facility and came up with the first good thing I've ever got from Friendster. I was reminded how much I enjoy Philip Larkin. Random search led me to some bird who wrote in her description section the first verse of a poem I didn't know, but which I recognised immediately. Turns out it's in my Larkin book. And reading the whole thing prompted me to revisit and recall the old bugger's work:

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

I should make it clear that I still think Friendster is still totally crap.