WHEN I moved to Ibiza nearly nine years ago, I thought online social networking was going to be my professional salvation. I was either prescient or stupid. Probably the latter.
I knew working online wasn’t a problem. I’d been doing that for years. If I could receive a press release, interview the perpetrator on the phone and type the results into a computer at North Bridge or in any other newspaper office, I could equally well do that from home. And it didn’t matter where home was. That was the theory behind my move to ‘a desk in the sun’.
