I have committed myself to posting at least one photograph on Facebook every day.

In the past I have only used this facet of social media to cast an occasional eye on the lives of others.

My contributions have been pretty minimal. This may not change. My photographs may be pretty minimal and cause a stifled yawn. This may end up being The Diary Of A Nobody (2014 edition).

I do not take photographs on my mobile phone so I have to get into the habit of taking my camera with me everywhere I go.

This can result in strange bulges in my pockets but it’s either that or carry a manbag or one of those bumbags that used to be popular among tourists in Spain.

The concept might be useful but the very name precludes its use.

“What’s that you’re wearing?”

“A bumbag.”

No thank you.

Taking a daily photograph to put on Facebook holds the inherent danger of turning into an addiction, obsession or ego trip. A balance has to be struck. I am already finding it a creative challenge.

There are also strictures to which you have to conform when writing something to accompany the picture that will be circulated among 98 friends. Yes, I have 98 at the last count.

Get something wrong and overnight you could lose 96 of them, attract a writ, a terrorist threat or be sent viral for being a fool.

My first mistake this week was writing about the Ice Bucket Challenge phenomena.

I said: “I have a natural antipathy about anything that comes from America.”

As I have at least a dozen relatives and more than a dozen friends who all come from America, it was not the smartest comment to make.

I retracted pretty smartly. What I really meant was that American influence has become so all consuming that our high streets are dominated by Coca-Cola, McDonald’s, Colonel Sanders, Budweiser and Pizza Hut and our tabloid newspapers by Justin Bieber and Kim Kardashian.

Fortunately, my cousins across the Pond have a sense of humour. They are not Bieber or Kardashian fans, either.

I actually faced the Ice Bucket Challenge myself in the Allied pub in Honley.

My chum Rag challenged me to wear an ice bucket on my head. So I did.

For 15 minutes. And, I confess, took a selfie.

No water was wasted during this challenge, which had a certificate of approval from Health and Safety, and no-one got wet.

In fact, people stopped noticing I had the thing on my head after the first five minutes.

See, I do have a sense of humour. A dry one.