Sunday, 28 December 2008  On still being alive  I'm still here,
although you'd be hard pressed to find much solid evidence of
this unless you were spying on me. Which would not be
particularly rewarding.  Basically, I seem to be spending less
time online recently, particularly in the evenings. This causes
me to worry that people will forget who I am. But not so much
that it makes me do the honourable thing and sign in to MSN
messenger or whatever the hell they call it nowadays.  Truth be
told, I'm increasingly feeling a bit phobic. I know some people
who have always said that they don't like instant messaging,
that it makes them uncomfortable and so on. For some reason, I
can now relate to what they are on about but the odd thing is,
it's come out of nowhere.  I think the problem is that it's
merely an extension of social interaction, whatever the paedo-
baiting media will have you think. My dealings with people are
largely diseased, so it perhaps shouldn't be a surprise that it
has finally taken its toll on s