Goggle Girls
Google are introducing a 'goggle mail'. It stops you logging on to Facebook when you've had one Cosmopolitan or six too many.
You set the time when you want it to kick in over the weekend and a series of simple maths questions have to be answered before your message is sent.
Reaction: What took them so blinking long?
We can probe distant galaxies from our little plastic boxes but computer boffins have hitherto have failed to come up with a simple safeguard that asks, "is this really a good idea" when you're have to close one eye to find the "send" box.
Personally, I'm more of a tipsy texter. It is well nigh impossible to not get your phone out and let your fingers do the walking on the taxi ride home from a Friday night out.
I can inform you dredging up an ex's mobile number you never quite managed to delete - and telling him you never stopped loving him/how he didn't measure up to his best mate Gav, ha ha - is never a good idea.
Neither, not that I've ever done it myself you understand, is dumping a current squeeze after he fails to respond to messages like "Wud u liyke 2 come to my hose am bit tspsy bot I relay u" within an acceptable time frame of say, 1.4 seconds. Even though it's ten past three in the morning.
Orange or someone will make a fortune when they wise up and introduce a facility which bars all texts apart from emergency numbers/ your best friend/partner of at least a year/mum after 10pm Friday-Sunday.
I can't help thinking things must have been a lot less calamitous when all we had were phones with heavy dials and little finger holes, and you smoothly trilled "Langham 2284" when you picked up the blower. Two for one Cosmopolitans weren't such a big thing then either.



I wish someone had invented this before I accidentally?! send my ex a text the other night. Am still hanging my head in shame.