I was brought up in the 1950’s and 60’s when there was no mobile phones or computers and internet.

The gym’s we trained in were mainly ‘spit and sawdust’ and full of natural testosterone. A ‘selfie’ would be a term used for someone abusing themself with ‘hand to gland’ combat in private.

Posing scantily clad in front of a mirror, male or female would be ridiculed and you’d get thrown out being told to ‘grow up and put some clothes on’. To be honest, I still think that every time I see someone cavorting or posing like a 6 year old in front of their bedroom mirror, expecting them to start singing into their hair brush or wearing their mum’s shoes at any minute.

Times and technology change everything, and some instructors love the camera, even if it doesn’t like them. Some act like a 1950’s Blue Peter presenter speaking-like-we’re-all-special-needs and others delight in telling us that what we’re doing is wrong and wagging their finger at us, usually then showing us something just as bad and unworkable with a thumbs up.

I keep my volume turned off because most videos have really shite loud music and the moment someone says something like “I’ve just jumped on to say” or the like, I turn off.

I’m old, I’m grumpy, and the way that the most fantastic, informative medium that we could have possibly imagined 60 years ago, that could allow us to instantly globally communicate, educate and save humanity is being abused by a bunch of narcissistic idiots grieves me.