Social media had the unique ability to turn adults into immature slaves to drama.

The road to hell may be paved with good intentions but the path to misery is cobbled with trying to live up to other people’s status updates

People have all day to talk about what makes them ordinary. It turns out that they want to share what makes them weird.

And so it is inevitable that the day has come when we write about privacy with such nostalgia, analysing it as we would some unearthed fossil of a creature our human eyes had never fallen on.

The web and its technologies are digital representations of everything we did before in a more private, bigger, faster and more empowering format than ever before.

Thought you were going to be in touch. Where were you?"

"Where? There aren't places anymore, duck," he responded. "No locations now, just individuals. You didn't hear? Everyone's their own nation, with their own blog. Because everybody has something important to say; everybody's putting out press releases on what they ate for breakfast. It's the era of self-importance. Everyone's their own world. Doesn't matter where people are. Or where I was."

"Nicely dodged.