We’ve been waving farewell to a good few things from our cultural consciousness lately, MJ, autotune (if Jay-Z has his way), and now Myspace.

Unless you’re a struggling indie band with aspirations of making it ‘big like Kean’ and one day clogging up the Radio 1 airwaves with your limp guitar driven dirge, Myspace has no real use for you.

If you want to stalk/socialise you automatically go to facebox. Meanwhile myspace has become a marketing tool for bands and for a free thinking chap like myself, it’s long outlived it’s usefulness and needs to be taken out the back and put out of it’s misery.

But that said, we decided in the Platform office that our old myspace profiles are pretty funny. Sitting there unused and unloved, lying dormant like Blue Peter time capsules. For most of us, they are snapshots of our lives circa 2005.

Enjoy this stroll down memory lane…

ELIZABETH SANKEY - www.myspace.com/elizabethmorgansankey
I remember the days of Myspaz addiction.  I covered it with my polaroids, checked it almost hourly when I was at Uni, and got a bit too familiar with the ‘view profile’ button, “Let me just see how my new profile pic looks on the page”.  It all got a bit much - obsessing over my view count, vicious ‘Top Friend’ wars, and my heart filling with conflicting emotions of joy and horror on realising it was possible to see when someone (a boy) had read my mildly flirtatious message:

“Argh [insert best friend's name] he’s read it, he’s read it”

“Right well don’t check it again until tomorrow”

“Yeah definitely.  Course not”…Mouse cursor slowly glides back up to the refresh button.

Yet how swiftly those days came to an end - in fact the quick rate and ease with which I swapped to BookFace still troubles me to this day - how could I give up on something I loved so much, so quickly?

Think of poor Tom curled up in a ball at his L.A. Myspace Mansion, crying into his comment box.

BOB FOSTER - www.myspace.com/robertdowney
Myspace was amazing and I fucking hated Facebook when I saw it because it looked so relentlessly serious and unfun. Myspace was great because you could really make it your own, but now it seems ridiculously chaotic compared to Facebook. Pages took ages to load, there was no clear way of searching for your friends (they appear in your friends list in the order they joined Myspace – holla at Ben Rayner, first person to ever join Myspace in Britain or something) and the way you could see if people had read your messages had my stomach in knots constantly.

Syaing that, my page looked great, I still stand by it.

MARK FOUNTAIN - www.myspace.com/marktakespictures
My myspace was a place where I could unleash my inner nerd (which, ironically is also my outer nerd). I agonised over my hand-drawn background and every picture was an animated .gif

Maximum geeking!