...because all they seem to do now is sit there updating the world with the status of their kids as if they are the first people in the world to have ever brought up a child. I imagine they do it so that the other new mums who they went to school with but haven't spoken to in 15 years can "like" it.
I'm not talking about the people who post the odd weekly update, I'm talking about the collective who feel the need to post updates every half hour about little Timmy's shit/jab/puke status. Either that or what a prick the father has been. Somebody far cleverer than me should do a study into the correlation between women of a certain age using Facebook and their likely hood to get knocked up by some twat that then pisses off.
As Facebook matures it'll get even better, we'll be able to follow the half hour updates for the first 6 months of the relationship and how this boyfriend is the bestest boyfriend in the world ever (luvs u bbs xxx), the announcement of being pregnant, then the next 18 months getting regular updates on what a prick the ex boyfriend now is and how little Timmy is the best kid the world has ever seen, despite having a crap dad.
I shouldn't forget that it's also compulsery as a new mum to let the world know via Facebook how tired you are feeling, EVERY FUCKING DAY. Well you can't have that status left emtpy of a morning can you?
And don't even get me started on 30+ year olds who suddenly feel the need to speak in txt spk
Facebook should have been left for the hot college chicks to post pictures of themselves, it's been spoilt now.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Trip Around The Isle of Man
A brief tour around the south of the Isle of Man.
Leaving the inner harbour at Douglas at about 8:40 in the morning...
...only to find out that the Heysham sailing is due to leave at 8:45. Time to get a move on.
First obstacle out of the way now it's a race to get to Peel before the harbour closes.
The lighthouse on Douglas head. Looks much bigger from the sea.
Port Soderick, scene of the infamous 1997 bottling incident. Yes there were chavvy scum on the Isle of Man as far back as 1997. :)
Can't tell if Jeremy Clarkson is home or not. Cracking photo though by Mrs B considering we were bouncing along at the best part of 25 knots
Approaching the Sound and the Calf of Man from the east. Not the most friendly looking coast in the world.
Passing through der der der..The Sound. Scene of plenty of ship wrecks and numerous deaths. This was the first time I'd travelled through here in over 20 years. The weather turned cold, the sea changed and then the GPS died. On the plus side there was plenty of wild life about.
Mrs B at the wheel as we cruise past Port Erin. An hour in to the journey and we were making good progress.
Opposite Niarbyl looking back towards Bradda Head, Kitterland and the Calf of Man. We knew at this point that all being well we'd hit Peel with plenty of time to spare so took the time to have a drift about. It was high tide and slack water so the sea settled right down. Can't think of anywhere better to be on a day like that.
Peel Castle at 10:30 in the morning. Sometimes you can take the things on your doorstep for granted without having any idea of just how lucky you are.
Sitting outside the entrance to Peel Castle waiting for permission to enter the harbour. Getting plenty of waives from people on their hollibobs, Mrs B was very impressed with friendly Peel.
All we need to do now is find somewhere to park. A great first run out in the boat and hopefuly many more to follow.
Leaving the inner harbour at Douglas at about 8:40 in the morning...
...only to find out that the Heysham sailing is due to leave at 8:45. Time to get a move on.
First obstacle out of the way now it's a race to get to Peel before the harbour closes.
The lighthouse on Douglas head. Looks much bigger from the sea.
Port Soderick, scene of the infamous 1997 bottling incident. Yes there were chavvy scum on the Isle of Man as far back as 1997. :)
Can't tell if Jeremy Clarkson is home or not. Cracking photo though by Mrs B considering we were bouncing along at the best part of 25 knots
Approaching the Sound and the Calf of Man from the east. Not the most friendly looking coast in the world.
Passing through der der der..The Sound. Scene of plenty of ship wrecks and numerous deaths. This was the first time I'd travelled through here in over 20 years. The weather turned cold, the sea changed and then the GPS died. On the plus side there was plenty of wild life about.
Mrs B at the wheel as we cruise past Port Erin. An hour in to the journey and we were making good progress.
Opposite Niarbyl looking back towards Bradda Head, Kitterland and the Calf of Man. We knew at this point that all being well we'd hit Peel with plenty of time to spare so took the time to have a drift about. It was high tide and slack water so the sea settled right down. Can't think of anywhere better to be on a day like that.
Peel Castle at 10:30 in the morning. Sometimes you can take the things on your doorstep for granted without having any idea of just how lucky you are.
Sitting outside the entrance to Peel Castle waiting for permission to enter the harbour. Getting plenty of waives from people on their hollibobs, Mrs B was very impressed with friendly Peel.
All we need to do now is find somewhere to park. A great first run out in the boat and hopefuly many more to follow.
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