So folks, do you know what a cyberbully is?
No, neither did I until I watched the BBC1 programme Hunting the Internet Bullies on Monday.
Like many of you, any bullying we experienced as kids stopped and started at the school gates.
But the schoolkids of today can print, post and poke, or whatever they call it, 24/7 on the worldwide web.
It appears it’s cool to be cruel and Facebook is the place where you can comment on anyone.
Although, when interviewed, a Facebook spokesperson said they do have a ‘report’ button for any bullying/racist comments.
Yeah, right. Over the past five years Facebook has grown to 30 million users in the UK.
How can they regulate all the negative comments ?
I was absolutely gobsmacked at the vile, puerile filth that our young people are writing on social networking sites.
It’s like a pack mentality. One kid posts an inflammatory comment, then loads more ‘cyberfriends’ add even more malicious remarks.
It’s merciless, relentless, verbal savagery and bullying at its worse.
Fortunately I was only bullied once at school.
I was a seven-year-old pupil at Kentridge High School, Southsea and I refused to drink my lukewarm mid-morning milk.
The snooty schoolgirls in my class called me nasty names and stood me in the corner.
No way would I be bullied again. Every school I went to I joined the biggest girl gang.
I was never a bully, but I was a baddie.
At the age of 14 I lived in a village called Pawlett in Somerset and I encouraged all the local girls to join my gang and hitchhike to discos in Bridgewater.
Eventually we were caught, and all, I repeat all, the village girls were banned from associating with me. Oh dear.
Eee, my ma and pa were livid, and I was grounded for the whole summer of 1965. It certainly taught me a lesson though.
Parents, you need to be more viligant and check out your kid’s Facebook page.