Last night me and Anya sat down in front of the TV (I make her sit backwards so she can only listen – helps her with the language) to watch The Social Network. She didn’t understand the film, as usual, and then started being childish by speaking in her language on purpose (“mise-en-scene”, “auteur”) so it looks like she’ll be sitting backwards for a lot longer!
Anyway -> Wow! Watching the film of Mark Zuckerberg’s life was like looking into a human mirror (TV) showing my life, which is in real life mirroring the life of Mark Zuckerberg, whose life is being mirrored in the film. Like this:
And then I got a coffee.
Now that I have the @GaryVine Twitter account I barely use Facebook. Back in the day I was THE DON of Facebook, and completed it in a matter of weeks. I had all the applications, all the events and all the women on it as friends. Great times. But then one day I said to my friend Mickey Rimmer: “Facebook?! More like FAKEbook!” And then before I knew it, he’d done this – Fakebook.
He’d ripped me off. A whole social network parody he’d stolen from my one remark. If you look at the code you can quite clearly see the shirt off my back he also took. As I browsed the profile, event and fan pages he’d clearly taken from that one pun I’d made, I felt sick. I tried to take him to court, but no lawyer would take the Vine-Rim Job.
Sure, I bounced back; I’ve got The Fifth Quarter flat, the massive bank loan, the foreign girlfriend, the business, but on that day I lost a friend. And I hope that the fact Fakebook hasn’t been updated in nearly two years means that he is dead.