Yesterday Farcebok appeared to go on an advertising-announcement blitz. I have been offered motor-cars from every major Japanese manufacturer, three exclusive homes in exclusive developments, a hair styling experience in Saffron Walden, half a dozen shit video games and some bucket of wank from "Conservative Woman", which is a fail on so many levels it makes me shudder.
Oh, and a used tractor. £9,250. Bargain.