Ever been to a job interview where you were the prospect? Then, of course, your prospective employer, like any sane person, Googled you, and is now looking at your homepage. You have a neat script synchronizing your least thought from Facebook (or whatever nearby toilet will facilitate your drunkposting) directly to the front of your homepage. Job interview starts with: “what’s your fascination with Britney Spears?” and you think whether you posted anything bad on Facebook recently.

That’s me earlier this week.