I nearly held out for the full decade.
Until late last night ...
Guess what I was doing in the dying embers of the year.
Yes, holding my hands over both ears and saying, 'Ow', but I don't mean that.
Yes, friends, it's confession time.
In a moment of supreme weakness I went to the place where I had always sworn I would never go.
Yes, dear friends, I allowed my kids to set me up on Facebook.
And today, oh joy of joys (smell the irony), my Inbox is filled with messages.
Just what I needed ...
I'm not even sure what I'm going to be using it for, apart from yet another online distraction to stop me doing more important stuff.
But I'll tell you what I won't be using it for.
I won't be using it for creating some sort of idiotic virtual farm for people who have dust from the keyboard under their fingernails instead of earth.
I won't be using it to join random cyber groups designed to beat meaningless records for numbers of people signed up to random cyber groups.
I won't be using it to poke people, whatever the hell that is. Nor do I wish to be virtually poked by others, thank you very much.
I won't be using it to send messages into the world that are so shallow they wouldn't even moisturise the soles of your feet.
Any messages I do send will not now, nor ever, contain the letters LOL.
Nor will I be learning complex codes in order to insert banal emoticons into said messages, whatever they consist of.
So, having stated all that, if you'd like to meet up with me at the forbidden planet, you can connect with me here.
Just don't poke me.
Oh ... and Happy New Year.