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Leave Well Alone Week strives to be everything a social media campaign usually isn’t – principled, altruistic, inclusive.

For just seven days those signing up to LWAW can pledge to keep their wandering hands off FB until their tax-shy corporate masters begin to pay their way – or before this country goes to the wall.

Because you know those pics you share of little Bobby or Bethany, happy and smiling, which I faithfully ‘like’ ad nauseum infinitum?

No-one’s going to be grinning if we inhabit a world where there’s no tax-funded community centres or youth clubs to lighten the load, libraries to encourage children to read or go online for free, swimming pools for aqua-natal classes, or to let youngsters train for their 800-metres badge.

And these are concepts Facebook, and Google, Starbucks, Amazon and Npower have struggled to grasp. I’d kick the useless EE to the kerb in a heartbeat if Vodafone weren’t tarred with the same brush.

The two big online offenders are only too happy to harvest your every click for their advertising algorithms, so don’t kid yourselves they’re your cyberfriends.

Advertising floats their boat to the same degree as the paper you hold in your hand or the website glowing just inches away.

People often turn around and point out that the days of print and age-old established publishers are numbered (tell us something we don’t know).

Old media at least has paid its dues – new media and its cheerleaders in government won’t be happy until we’re all drones ready to be drained of cash and creativity.

n Recently I’ve returned to an old favourite, The Godfather, or rather the reimagined early years, with Ed Falco taking on the writing mantle of the late Mario Puzo.

Little did I realise the brutal and bloody battles in the Corleone family would be replicated in the (no longer) smoky siderooms of Warrington politics.

Not even the fearsome hatchet man Luca Brasi comes close to the callous justice meted out by the Labour Party locally.

Cards on the table, I’ve known Kate Hannon for a long time, as well as her husband Mike, good servants both.

And Geoff Settle I remember when I was Orford and Padgate reporter, back in the day, before he even settled on the council.

I’m aware Chris Vobe might be the Marmite councillor, but his drive and conviction will no doubt be missed at the Town Hall.

Periodical clearouts by Warrington Labour are pretty much par for the course – and if you think back to the days of John Gartside, Mike Hughes and Paul Kenny, even the 2016 cull seems tame.

Insiders insist that the latest Night of the Long Knives has nothing to do with Labour’s lurch to the left under Comrade Corbyn, the prep school socialist.

Let’s just wait and see, shall we?

n One mad dash across the Pennines, the usual bus-train-shoe leather combo which sees you arrive seconds after kick-off, was all worth it.

The return of Super League brought a healthy turnout at Headingley, despite the M62 nightmares, and Tony Smith’s men duly obliged.

Don’t mistake one splendid performance as the catalyst for a title charge.

Though the fixtures computer has been kind to the Wire until at least early April.

But for now I can get start getting used to Chris Sandow’s victory jig, and Jordan Cox bowling over defenders like skittles, before the Wolves soap opera takes another twist.