Back To Work, Back To Faecebook

January 2nd, the hangover should have cleared, and I suppose most of us are back to work. Which for many people, I suspect, means sitting around an office chatting about how much you spent over Christmas, and wandering around Facebook. I reckon that when it comes to lost man-hours at work, they'd be better off ignoring Norovirus and searching for a cure for Facebook. After all, Norovirus results in weariness, a blinding headache and vomiting. Or "a weekend", as it's also known. Facebook lasts all week.

Facebook is a tremendous medium for social networking, catching up with old acquaintances and keeping in touch with people you might not see very often. It's also a tremendous medium for comical pictures of cats with amusingly misspelled captions, and being bombarded with banal and inane shite about the trivialities of peoples lives that you honestly couldn't give two dry shits about.

Which is why I'm so delighted that the Hot Rod Gazette Faecebook page (it's a Faecebook page because that's where you can go to spout shite) has taken off quite so uproariously. It's only been up there about 24 hours and it's already bustling like the bar at Shakey during happy hour. There's a linky-thing to the right - go click it.

It can also be a bit of a double-edged sword, though. It's meant to provide everyone with the enthusiasm to keep cracking on with their build or their rebuild, so that come the start of the season, we'll have a line-up of NSCC/HRG cars that'll make everyone sit up and take notice. On the other hand, people might be thinking, "Shall I go and bust a gut in a freezing cold garage all evening, or shall I stay in here, where it's warm and there's beer, and prattle on the HRG Faecebook page?"

The simple answer is, BOTH! Work on your project, take some snaps and then SHARE your efforts on the HRG page! Spread the love, and all that waz. Tell people who actually CARE about it! Let's face it, ask the people in your house which they'd prefer - listening to you chunter on about the job you've just been doing on your car, or an hour-long dose of stomach cramps and fizzy bum-gravy - and I bet at least half of them would choose the latter. So come to the HRG Faecebook page - it's like Cheers bar, but without the irritating canned laughter and dodgy Eighties barnets.

It's an invite-only page, and if you haven't been invited it's not a personal insult; it's because the person doing the inviting is about as much use as a one-legged man in an arse-kicking contest. Just click on and get yourself invited. It's a lot more fun than building your own virtual sodding farm...