Facebook “imposes facelift” ?

Maggie Shiels, BBC Technology Reporter based in Silicon Valley reports on Facebook’s recent supposed imposition of a website redesign on it’s users. Suitably motivated and annoyed users have set up a group protesting about the changes.

I’m one for gut reactions to things and when I read some of the user’s complaints about “having” to accept a site redesign and not being afforded the opportunity to still choose between the old one and the new one, I did start climbing the walls of my office.

I appreciate redesigns can be difficult for a consumer to muster, but designers like to change things. We all like to see things change so that new things can be brought in, so that new functionality might be introduced in the future. We all like to go through a bit of a redesign from time to time.

And there’s the thing. It’s just a redesign. You’ll still be able to contact your friends. Still be able to send out infuriating requests to all your other friends inviting them to install some pointless application in a bid to ascertain whether you think they’re your favourite pal or not / hot or not / rich enough / poor enough / ugly enough.

The irritating functionality remains. It just looks a bit different now. That’s all.

Geoffrey Perkins

I rang home this morning as soon as I read about the death of Geoffrey Perkins. Silly really. I didn’t know him at all and yet still news of the comedy producer and writer’s death did rather hit home.

Maybe it’s because I move in the media world – albeit on the periphery – that such departures do hit home. I scower the credits at the end of the programmes I watch to find out who’s involved. Once names start becoming familiar, it almost feels like you know them. I don’t, obviously. Nor do I pretend to either.

Like Tommy Pearson on One More Take, I recall many programmes where Perkins’ name cropped up with unsurprising regularity.  Spitting Image,  Catherine Tate, Game On. These were all programmes which appealed to me and had the same characteristics in terms of production.  It made perfect sense that the utterly brilliant comedy Benidorm had his name associated with it.

It’s the shockingly banal nature of his departure which saddens me the most. To be involved in a road traffic accident in an area of London I often pedal down, makes his death so utterly unexpected, normal and saddening all at the same time.

Treat every day as though it’s your last.

Two men kissing

Gracious me. “About” 200 people complain about the fact that two men kiss in an advert for Heinz Deli Mayo.

What happens as a result? Heinz pull the advert after only a week on-air. Accountants at Heinz must be livid. They didn’t get their money’s worth. Will they see a return on their investment? Does this signal some kind of hideous downturn for Heinz? I’ve no idea.

The thing is, I consume most of my TV time-shifted. As a result of which, most adverts pass me by at 30x the normal speed, the new Heinz included. But it was news that Heinz had pulled their advert which prompted me to look for and watch it .. online. Me and a considerably large number of other people, I’m sure.

Good for Heinz. They’ve succeeded in pulling off a successful campaign online. They may not have intended it to be this way and I’m sure I won’t buy Heinz products as a result, but still the whole affair has raised their profile.

Online campaigns on my mind, I started ferreting around on YouTube for another advert I’d first seen on the internet. Ladies and gentlemen, please switch your YouTube player to full-screen for the utterly adorable Pam Ann.