We watched a bit of a programme the other night.

It was on the local channel and was documenting those Irish who chose to go abroad for cosmetic surgery.  Herself likes any programme that involves surgery.

Anyhows they introduced this character whose name I forget so I’ll call him Cedric.  They introduced him as an “influencer” which is a term I despise as basically it’s just someone who is advertising shit on the Web.

Now Cedric was a Screaming Queen – a term I use for those men of a gay persuasion who are overtly so and who mince around giving gays a bad name.

Cedric was utterly obsessed with himself.  He probably spends half his day preening in front of the mirror setting his eyebrows to micrometer precision and carefully setting each individual hair in place.  His self obsession was quite nauseating and I would have switched channels but Herself was making some choice comments about him which kept me amused.

Cedric was on the programme as apparently he wanted a Brazilian Bum Lift which is something I had never heard of but was apparently of critical importance to himself.  He demonstrated by giving his Lycra clad arse a wiggle at the camera which almost made me upchuck.  He was apparently ashamed of his arse and wanted it lifted a bit.  He wanted [and I quote] to be able to walk on a beach and have people admire and envy his figure.  Did I say he was nauseating?  He said he owed it to himself and his perfection, and to his thousands of followers on Instagram.

Herself switched off.  He was too much even for her.  “How many followers do you have?” she asked me.  I shrugged.  I haven’t a clue.  I told her that my type of site doesn’t have follower numbers and anyway they mean little or nothing as they can easily be bought by the unscrupulous.  I do have a couple of programmes that keep track of visitor numbers but that’s all.

“You must know how many people visit your site?” she persisted.

I checked the statistics.  I told her that that there had been five hundred or so page views that day.  Interestingly fifteen percent of those came from Finland.  I don’t think I ever had a visit from there before and suddenly here they were in force.

I haven’t had a single Finn visit since.  I wonder what that was about?

The Interwebs is a strange place?