It's 2:30 AM, I have drunk a large amount of overpriced Irish cider and I am on Facebook. Why? It is simple, like most musicians I have become a web 2.0 addict. I see myself in a few years time, beard flowing round my ankles, a blanket wrapped around my skeletal form in an empty flat. Empty but for a winking wireless router and the warming glow of a battered laptop. The production of music will have ceased and all that my creativity generates will be a stream of 150 character outbursts that will largely be ignored by my close friends and fans alike. And the addiction goes deeper. I find myself mid conversation idly checking my Blackberry for a status update or a so-called friend request. Nevertheless it is amazing. I mean, you can actually hear what your friends in North America are having for breakfast today or delight in the unfocused photos from last night's post gig bender.