OH, HAPPY, happy day! Oh joy, unbounded! See how the people dance and rejoice on the streets; how bards compose songs of glad commemoration, and the Post Office wonders if it should do a special stamp!
Is it the results of the Irish abortion referendum we celebrate with such grateful abandon, you ask? No, I say (although: that is all kinds of wonderful).
’Tis the glorious news that Instagram will finally add a mute option to the site, thereby allowing us to hide the unbearably irritating feeds of friends, family and colleagues we can’t bring ourselves to officially Unfollow, because there’d be a scene; only, if we don’t Unfollow them, and soon, if we carry on being subjected to the anodyne, smug, lying, outrageously filtered, hideously boring, showy-offy, self-absorbed, relentless…
