Many people use social media.  My activity on Myspace (something I thought was for people suffering from claustrophobia) and Friends Reunited (they really weren’t your friends or you’d not need to reunite with them) isn’t as active as it once was. 

Another social media platform I no longer use is Twitter.  It is now called X.  Growing up in the ‘60s and ‘70s in rural Balham (I lied about the rural bit) X meant one thing: the film you weren’t allowed in to see. 

Looking as young as I did, I was more likely to see Charlie George starring in an acting role at the cinema rather than Susan George!

Changing Bejam to Iceland was just as confusing, especially with the tag line “Mum’s gone to Iceland”.  This made many small children believe that one day their mothers would suddenly disappear to some Nordic wasteland.  I was always asking my milkman if he was aware of where Reykjavik was?

No doubt Philippides is turning (he can’t run anymore) in his grave now his sporting event chocolate is called Snickers (which is what American call plimsolls).

MFI is now called the Secret Intelligence Service.  However, their bookshelves are better quality.

Anyway, what do I care?  I’m about to go on holiday to Czechoslovakia via Abyssinia to get some Opal Fruits in Duty Free!