Many of us have anecdotes by which we recall shedding bigoted beliefs or otherwise evolving beyond the shortcomings of youthful unreason. Liam Neeson's is, to put it mildly, in-character.

"I asked, did she know who it was? No. What colour were they? She said it was a black person. I went up and down areas with a cosh, hoping I'd be approached by somebody - I'm ashamed to say that - and I did it for maybe a week, hoping some 'black bastard' would come out of a pub and have a go at me about something, you know? So that I could kill him."

*Liam, sat in darkness, picks up the phone*

LIAM: Who is this.

GRAVELLY VOICE: "I know who you are. I know what you want. If you are looking for a way out I can tell you you're going to need a lot of money, and what I do have is a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a dream for people like you. If you keep your fucking mouth shut from now on that'll be the end of it. I will find you, I will look out for you and I will represent you as your crisis public relations consultant." Read the rest “Liam Neeson went hunting for "some black bastard" to murder after a woman he knew was raped”

Since the earliest days of Facebook, social scientists have sent up warnings saying that the ability to maintain separate "contexts" (where you reveal different aspects of yourself to different people) was key to creating and maintaining meaningful relationships, but Mark Zuckerberg ignored this advice, insisting that everyone be identified only by their real names and present a single identity to everyone in their lives, because anything else was "two-faced." Read the rest “Social scientists have warned Zuck all along that the Facebook theory of interaction would make people angry and miserable”