Book of the Face

We've all been there, you're walking to work and in the other direction you see that ever so slightly odd guy who smells of cabbage and sits three desks down from you. He's caught you in conversation before and you lost the will to live. A quick simple deduction of numbers means if you acknowledge him now you will have a full 9 minutes of walking and small-talking until you get to your desk... It's 930am, do you really have the will or inclination to do this? No. Which is why you stop dead in your tracks and stick your head in your oversized tote to look for the pass you know full well is sat in your coat pocket.

It has now gone beyond this, thanks to the networking phenomenon that is Facebook. God bless all the little IT geeks who have these toilet induced epiphanies.

It's a few 'quiet after work drinks' and you find yourself cornered by the office gossip queen, she's nice enough as long as you don't utter a single word, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of 'you never guess what...' She's a journalist it's her job, and in a way you're secretly envious of this talent. Three bottles of wine later and you two are 2010's new BFF's.

The next day - after the hangover Maccie D's breakfast and gallon of water - you sneak onto Facebook and the little 'friends request' icon is flashing at you. Yes, it's gossip queen. She's added you. The picture of you in your bikini drinking from a beer gong with your flatmate pretending to ride you from behind (which seemed so funny at the time) is suddenly flashing through your mind in horror. If you accept her, she will see this. Argh, she will comment on it!

There are three choices, you can 'ignore' said request, which will make it very awkward when your new BFF corners you at the water cooler. You can 'accept her with MI5 secrecy settings', or you can just bite the bullet, forfeit any chance of repsect at work and let the gob on a stick have full access to all the most humiliating poses your lovely friends have papped you in.... ah well, who said I wanted a career anyway. 'accept'.