Blogging on a prayer

Dave hits upon an idea to have The Boss as his best man, feels empathy towards Steve Jobs and wishes he hadn't been so snap happy

Australian bride-to-be Branka Delic recently started an internet campaign in an attempt to get her idol Jon Bon Jovi (there's no accounting for taste) to give her away at her wedding. Via the website bonjoviwalkmedowntheaisle.com the 34-year-old, and her clearly very understanding hubby-in-waiting Gonzalo Cladera sought to get the world wide web behind her campaign to persuade the New Jersey soft rocker to take part in her nuptials.

"All her life, Branka thought she would marry Bon Jovi himself," the site says. "Sadly, at the age of 34 she realised this would never happen, and she accepted Gonzo's proposal instead."

In an attempt to make it a more attractive proposition for the 51-year-old singer, the Aussie bride booked her wedding in Las Vegas, on the same day as Bon Jovi was playing a show in the Nevada city. She even planned her do for the same venue where the vocalist married his wife, Dorothea, almost 25 years ago.

After his Antipodean aficionado gathered support from thousands of people online, JBJ decided to give love a good name and duly strolled Branka down the aisle.

What a fantastic idea. Me and Her Indoors are renewing our vows in Margate next summer; the campaign starts here on the hashtag #getSpringsteentobemybestman

Mac-iavelli

When Nicollo Machiavelli penned his dark arts masterpiece The Prince in 1513, it's unlikely he thought it would one day become a bible for 21st-century IT managers.

But if one Gartner research bod has her way, every CIO should be taking a leaf from the Florentine philosopher's tenebrous tour de force if they are to avoid becoming victims of the boardroom. Simply following protocol will make you vulnerable, Gartner fellow Tina Nunno warns in her new e-book The Machiavellian CIO.

Instead, they must draw on power, manipulation and warfare to defeat corporate rivals intent on bringing them down. That's all well and good, but I can't help thinking such highfalutin advice would be lost on Dodgi's resident IT knob-twiddler Bob, who has the emotional intelligence of a nine-year-old, wears a bake-beaned-stained Simpsons t-shirt and hasn't had a girlfriend since primary school.

Hatchet Jobs

As the boss of the east London area's most successful ink cartridge dealer since Plaistow Pete's PC Palace mysteriously went up in flames last year, I know what it's like when an ex-lover uses an IT magnate's name to earn a quick buck.

So it was with much distaste that I read that the mother of Steve Jobs' eldest child has written a memoir painting the late Apple founder as a vicious and paranoid personage.

According to Chrisann Brennan, who dated Jobs on and off for five years in the 1970s, the Mac maker believed he was a reincarnated Second World War fighter pilot. His early success turned him into a "demon", while Jobs was often rude and sarcastic to restaurant staff, Brennan wrote. Which clearly explains why she stayed with him for as long as five years.

I can sympathise entirely with my fellow IT tycoon: my reputation is still in tatters following last year's expose of my Babycham-fuelled romp through the East End's early 80s ska scene by my then-girlfriend Claudia.

Mug shot

Photo-sharing service Snapchat is popular with the young folks as it allows snap-happy internetters to share pics with each other, safe in the knowledge they'll be deleted once they've been seen by the specified recipient (at least that's what Dave Jr tells me).

Of the reported 350 million pictures handled by the site each day, about 349.8 million are rather revealing ‘selfies' (thanks again, Dave Jr) according to research stats I made up just now. So users of the site may have been a little alarmed to read a recent blog post from Snapchat trust and safety bod Micah Schaffer, which detailed that the service can be compelled to hand photos over the authorities, and has had to do so on "about a dozen" occasions.

I'm not particularly worried about the feds seeing my pride and joy in the sensual snaps I've been sharing with the Mrs. I do wish I hadn't posed next to those four cases of (ahem) factory seconds software, though.