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Blake

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In the same sense I couldn't give a flying f**k how shiny someone has managed to polish the front wing on their moneypit of a car or which nightclub someone went to the night before or which football team just won/lost/etc but it doesn't fill me with rage I just ignore it.

Because those things don't contain a child not drenched in urine.

There's probably going to loads of people on my friends list not into the sport who think "Oh f**king hell he's put another boring video of himself riding his bike, who even cares?"

Think of it that way.

I don't post videos of myself doing something, with the title "Look at me doing the thing! I haven't pissed myself!"

I was more pointing out the fact that at some point someone is going to post something you have no interest in, so what if people are posting about their kids it's not something to get wound up about just like anything else.

I get wound up about the piss. I don't want to know about piss, or lack of piss.

Why can't parents be proud of their children for doing things, rather than not failing to be basic humans? I didn't go to work today and get a gold star for being devoid of excrement, why do they deserve praise? If you look deeper, remember the baby book your Mum used to get out once a year which contained all your embaressing photos? Well for todays kiddies it's on the internet forever. I very much doubt they will be cool with that when they're old enough to make the decisions.

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Although the chances of anyone giving enough of a f**k to look back for photos that they won't even know would exist is probably fairly slim, not to mention the pace of change in how people do things online means that in 15 years time things will probably be totally different anyway. Besides, photos in an album have slightly more permanence than photos on a hard drive/online in fairness. Also, related to what I said before - just manage your Facebook feed better instead of crying about shit (or in this case, piss).

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Until you're a parent you won't know (assuming you have kids one day)

I don't plan on having kids (which probably explains a lot). Just cannot see how not pissing yourself is such an achievement that your family/friends need informing?

But they will be OK with it because they know nothing different - they're the Facebook generation, their life backed up on the cloud. It won't be long until birth certificates are sent by email.

Doubt it, because I couldn't accept it if my parents had pasted me all over the internet as a child for all the random people they met in a club once to see, even if every document I'd ever got was emailed to me. How can anyone want their lives to be that publically accessible?

Although the chances of anyone giving enough of a f**k to look back for photos that they won't even know would exist is probably fairly slim, not to mention the pace of change in how people do things online means that in 15 years time things will probably be totally different anyway. Besides, photos in an album have slightly more permanence than photos on a hard drive/online in fairness. Also, related to what I said before - just manage your Facebook feed better instead of crying about shit (or in this case, piss).

Fact is, people do look back through photos, I do because it's interesting and I know (vaguely) people who often say they do. They call it "facebook stalking" and it's some kind of hobby for some.

My feed is well managed, but the fact is that people I like have children or are tagged in pissy posts that come up on my feed, and I can't block my friends or their spouses. I cannot escape the piss.

How is a physical album more permanent than online? It comes out once at christmas to 10 people at the most, it doesn't reside online until someone removes it for hundreds of people to see (Unless you're a social leper with no mates). It's also not backed up or anything (usually), whereas facebook has many backups.

Anyway, this discussion has gone on long enough over a bit of none existant piss... This is the angry thread, and is supposed to be for venting, not analysing the validatity of my anger. Don't stop being proud of your children or posting about it online (if it makes you happy), just don't get pissy (haha!) when I vent about it somewhere unrelated. It's ok that I'm sick of reading about a lack of piss in your kids' pants, promise.

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My point was that there's a photo my Mum has of me when I was about 9 months old that's what could be classed as embarrassing. That means that photo was taken 27 years ago. Let's say a hypothetical Facebook existed back then - who's likely to look back through 27 years of "a big scroll of social cancer" at a photo they don't even know they're looking for? That is Facebook stalking, not just looking back through profile photos of some girl you used to like to see if there are any revealing photos in there you can buzz one out over.

If the current younger generation on Facebook are anything to go by, the un-piss-covered kids you're talking about are going to be providing plenty of their own incriminating shit on whatever social network they'll be using in 15 years time in any case, rather than their future "stalkers" having to try and be friends with their parents to look back through their baby photos.

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Hmmm that's true, didn't think of it like that. I guess the likelihood of someone finding that after 27 years of festering in a facebook album somewhere is lower than your Mum getting it out every once in a while.

Post the pic.

Part of my view on the whole thing os that if someone isn't yet old enough to decide whether information about them should be available to anyone on any source, then you should wait until they are old enough.

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The breaker with the engine I'd agreed to buy just sold it.

Spent all afternoon looking for another and they're all either f**ked or on a higher milage and heading the same way.

The rest want ridiculous money for a shit engine.

Drummonds vauxhall breaker. Just outside of York is where I got my engine from.

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Riding home from work yesterday I see two kids playing with a football in their front garden by the street in a fairly nice countryside area.

As I go past they give me the wanker sign, was so tempted to stop and give them a bollocking but I was going full steam ahead.

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