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It’s an inevitability growing up: a mate proffering bad advice.

But today’s bad advice is offered on steroids, amplified by ceaseless online contact, and fed by suspect forums.

In the past, you might have been able to mull it over. In their absence, you might have been able to step back to see it for what it was.

But nowadays, the advisor never seems to depart, always connected, always online, granting no reprieve.

This bad advice is all-pervasive, capable of inflicting maximum damage and breaking every relationship.

By the time those that care realise, it may already be much too late. The bad advice on steroids has already seeped into their soul.

What can repair the damage caused by the bad advice of a friend except time? Sadly, only hindsight is any help here.