But I need it. NO,  I don’t need it, but somehow it’s got me by the balls, because of commitments I’ve made to others. My supporters, partners, sponsors, donors, call them what you will. Those who are kind enough to trust my experience and give me parts and clothes and accessories to try, to test, to review, call it what you will. They are people who I also trust, who I like, whose products I trust, like, and rate as quality worthy of being used by others, who trust when I say ‘you should use this’.

And a way to get that info out is by Instagram. It’s bullshit, but I have to use it.

If I wasn’t running this here website and also getting the word out through magazines, there’s no way in hell I’d be on Instagram. It’s bullshit. No-one cares what I’m doing in my own boring day-to-day existence, nor should they. I don’t give the slightest what you’re doing either, and have been culling accounts at a great rate every time I log on to that bullshit app. Sorry, it’s not you, it’s me. And you, actually.

So I deleted Instagram, because it’s bullshit. Then, as more good quality products came my way from good quality people who trusted me to give good quality feedback, I realised I was caught in the Instagram trap. It’s bullshit. But I need it. NO. I just need to honour some good people, and be one for them. There are some left. Most of them don’t have personal accounts on Instagram. Because they know.

It’s bullshit.