Bofbook

A big part of bofness is to GET THINGS quicker than an old fart should - but at the last minute. So the BOF, in a moment of post-high-unit-lunchness many X-Factors ago, signed on to one of those social networking thingies. The next day, he remembered doing it, but couldn't for the life of him work out why he'd done it. So he never went back...

...until  one of his nyt friends whooped at him on the email that she'd "found him".

So after a bit of confusion with passwords and the like, he went back.

Bofs, it's really quite jolly. Sure, there's a lonely old fart element, what with this virtual chatting stuff, but remember how we used to use that word? Pretty much the same is what it meant (even if that was misuse) and this is pretty much the same as being at a party - says the BOF. No doubt he'll be disillusioned in a dawn or two, but, for now, BOF DIGS FACEBOOK.

C'mon, RedTop, you can do it too!