Like Stalin himself once said “I’ve got a bad feeling about this”, just before he sold-out Lenin Calrissian to Boba Khrushchev in The Empire’s Five Year Plan Strikes Back, a Lucasfilm production. I have no idea what I’m on about, because I seem to have angered the Facebook Gods in some manner, maybe by not clicking on enough Dutch adverts for cellphones or wanting my penis extended by Miley Cyrus. Anyway – I can’t log into Facebook to promote your posts (and this one) for some reason, and my millions of 178 friends must be missing me by now and the spam I force their way via electricity.
I just checked and my profile is still there. And no doubt people are crying and wailing, especially Senor Wences because he loves me. So, my Facebook presence hasn’t gone completely. Just – I can’t do anything with it, and it’s been two hours since I requested a password reset to my 17 different email addresses over all 12 continents – so please accept my apologies in the interim, and for the sudden decline in page-views/upsurge in quality.