Back when I was a kid, before the dawn of the Internet, we lived in a world where being “connected” meant your mum shouting your name out of the back door with enough force to shatter glass. Mobile phones were science fiction back then. If you wanted to talk to someone, you had to stand in the hallway, tethered to the wall by a coiled cord that had the structural integrity of a DNA strand and the reach of a very short leash.