There’s not a lot left of 2012. Within a few hours it will have been consigned to history, albeit a very clear history owing to the millions of instagrams, billions of tweets and trillions of irrevocable, bare assed, Facebook entries that will make light work for archaeologists of the future. They will not have to struggle to uncover the hidden meaning of runic scratchings and pictograms as every tiny facet of human life will have been catalogued, both pictorially and in the words and hieroglyphs of every nation and people on our planet. There’s never been such a repository of knowledge but unfortunately it manifests itself as a rubbish dump and we become like the scavengers of Mumbai, threading a careful path to avoid being contaminated by the worst of the waste, but sometimes having to rummage elbow deep to uncover a simple piece of information that is rarely to be found on the surface. I have read that the rubbish scavengers of Manila fear a world without waste. I don’t think they need to worry as we seem to be very good at producing it both physically and mentally. It would appear that the wonder of the internet has induced a cerebral incontinence in mankind that is making a dreadful mess. “Going viral” becomes more and more apposite.