Why I steer clear of the never-ending school reunion
I've spent most of the last 10 years desperately trying to avoid social media. It's not so much that I'm a technophobe, although there is that. No, it's more down to the fact that I could never understand why people would want to seek out people they hadn't seen for 20 years. After all, if you cared, you would have stayed in touch.
Facebook, of course, is the main culprit, and has become the electronic equivalent of a never-ending school reunion, with people who dropped off your radar decades ago suddenly popping up and, invariably, reminding you why you stopped hanging out with them in the first place.
This week saw a survey (oh, how columnists pray for surveys when we go to bed at night) which states that one-in-seven American marriages flounder on the rocks of social media.
Even this figure is debated, with one American divorce lawyer, Christine Svenson, claiming that: "At least half my divorces are a result of social media."
There are times, of course, when it's too easy to blame the likes of Facebook for any extra marital dalliances that might occur.
After all, Svenson points to one of her recent cases where the man was busted by his missus after he told her he was going to visit his mother, only to post pictures of himself and his bit on the side having a great time in Vegas.
But there's a solution that doesn't involve putting bromide into your man's food. A friend of mine has designed a new app which requires the user to pass a breathalyser before being allowed to log on.
I asked if his invention was borne from personal experience, but frankly, he had his head in his hands and was sobbing at the time. So, that's a yes, then...