It occurs to me that the globe artichoke and Facebook have much in common. Neither is blessed with good looks and both have uncertain reputations. For the uninitiated, trying either of them for the first time is akin to opening Pam Dora’s box. Her sister’s box must have been far more tempting as one hears of it being opened regularly and with devastating results, not only to the intrepid openers, but also to her good name which was left in tatters: very judgmental in my opinion and I don’t think A.Pollo helped, who is god at the Sun, which, on reflection, is not a surprise. Pam’s box, on the other hand, was more like the artichoke. Few rushed to open it and those that liked it are far fewer in number than those who liked Facebook: which I find odd. To my mind, the Camus artichoke has the structure of a Frank Gehry building combined with the looks of Christy Turlington, whereas Facebook looks like street pizza. Yesterday I had a small mouthful of Facebook and it wasn’t as bad as I had imagined although I can’t see it as part of a regular diet. Maybe I’ll get accustomed to her face.