To my narcissistic glee I just saw (thanks to my website’s statcounter) that someone was looking for my name + ‘biography’.
Those of you who know my full real name will understand I’m the only twunt blessed with that ridiculous moniker IN THE WORLD. And someone wanted to find MY biography.
I am famous. This is what it means. Finally.
I’m ignoring the (rather more probable) reason that the (one, solitary) person did the search because they heard I had a bouncing pair of jibjabs / face like a smacked cat / a beard made of scrotums (scrotii?), etc.
And of course, ‘yes, I do’ to all of the above.