Face-off

My little brother warned me this would happen. I scoffed. I am good at scoffing. It's a special gift for older sisters, just like new mothers get the automatic gift of "I told you so".

Jack warned me this would happen, and I scoffed. And now I must eat my words. For I, Laura Nunn, have a worrying addiction to Facebook.

I joined a few months ago, not really understanding its purpose (surely Friends Reunited is far better for subtle spying on people who weren't really your friends in the first place?), but with too much spare time on my hands with the Bank Holiday, I have Facebooked myself silly. I have updated my favourite novels, popped in a favourite quotation or two, and have now even linked my Plog to my Facebook page. Genius.

Only thing is, everyone else on Facebook is about five years younger than me. So I only have eleven friends. And two of them are really my little brother's friends rather than mine.

So if you know me, no matter how tenuously, please go to www.facebook.com and try and make me more popular than my brother. Thanks.

Oh also, Jack has tagged (see, I know all the lingo) some hugely embarrassing photos of me, and I've no idea how to get rid of them, so if anyone knows (or just wants an incentive to laugh at my ungainly posturing) then pop along and help me out.