I have never been a fan of Facebook but I am beginning to appreciate CBC being involved with our own page keeping people informed on wassup at our Car Boot Sales. Facebook is generally a load of old tosh twaddle crap and garbage really with people ‘gobbing it off’ all over the world to each other about sweet Fanny Adams but it is all pretty meaningless ‘at the end of the day’! You can write about any subject in the world send it to your friends and within a day you have completely forgotten WTF you have written about, but it plays a major part in people’s lives and like our business it’s all about the Community, let’s keep the people in togetherness my lovers.

My first experience with Facebook was probably 8 year ago when 4 early teenage girls who used to visit us when we lived at Gardeners Cottage on Killiow Golf course, they were great fun days and to know them was a great privilege, they really educated us on teenage lives and attitudes but their rudeness to each other knew no bounds. We were amazed how unbelievably rude they were when talking to each on Facebook with foul language and swear words galore and threats being typed out by these teenagers poison little fingers the moo-faced bitches so they were FFS! (But we dearly loved them ishly?)
They would leave school say ta-ta to the friends and be as nice as nine pence to them to their faces but as soon as they got home and in front of their pc ‘hate would take over’ and they would send the most hurtful messages with all the swear words and a few more threats thrown in and they think absolutely nothing of the offence that they would cause. They were great company and a privilege to know for Lou and me, namely Sarah Moon of Nana-Moon fame, (Alice, who thinks Tunisia is the place to live forever) Brittany who had an exceptional personality at 11 years old and Marie (now a mum of 2) grand-daughter of Gerald. Anyway they tried talking me into joining Facebook and after days of “oh go on Geoff” I agreed much to my regrets.

AS you know on Facebook people want to become your friends so I thought nothing of it by saying ‘Yes’ you can be my friends. However as you also know ‘I have been around the block a few times and being ex-Butlins and ex-Pontins and married four times (so far) there could be a possibility that there may be child or two that maybe I was not aware of FFS! And, and that it may have slipped my memory when I confessed all to Lou my darling missus all those forgotten years ago and now I could seriously be in some trouble, I hope not, OMG FFS? So like a lamb to the slaughter I go on Facebook then the whole world can just type in your name and Bingo, let’s play lost relations shall we?
Suddenly I was getting these messages “Will you be my friend” ‘Yes, of course’ says good old Geoff, the messages started from my ‘new’ friends “I believe you are my Granddad” “I believe you are my Daddy” happened with days so I quickly pulled the plug on Facebook, Amen to all that crap FFS. I now have to get to grips with a forgotten family whom I met through the courtesy of a sexual desires and encounters in bygone days of divorces and lost relationships almost five generations ago! And now through the courtesy of fecking Facebook they all want to come and see me especially as they all think I am filthy rich running ten Car boot Sales in Cornwall FFS! No-one will ever become filthy rich running Car Boot Sales but they will earn a reasonably income if the job is done properly. (Like I do) (Bighead)

So they arrive (5 coachloads in all) (so far) they came to inspect the old fart (me) we saw each other a few times but it all fizzled out as there was no real bonding over the lost years so we all went our separate ways. But there was one shit of a son who I had not seen since he was 3 years old now at the age of plus 40 years he starts threatening me on the phone during the middle of the night obviously pissed out of his mind demanding huge money like £40,000.00 (WTF for I know not) or he was coming team-handing from Newcastle to Cornwall to our Newquay Car Boot to beat me up and smash my home up FFS!
Part 2 below!