Click away now if you think this one's going to be about the sort of underwear that sucks the wobbly bits in and presents a slender profile. Marks and Spencer can help you out there. Off you go.
Ditto if you're looking for pastoral diversions in the small mountain kingdom of Trelystan, a vista of trees and flowers, fluttering blue tits, woolly lambs or ploughs and muck spreaders - but bear those images in mind.
Me? I've still got my campaigning head on and this post continues in that vein.
Yesterday's Times newspaper had a small supplement which attracted my eye because on its cover was a sexily backlit pylon. It might be relevant so I read on. It wasn't quite advertising and I'm not sure it was editorial either. Titled 'Mapping British Business Utilities' it addressed some of the issues concerning the development, management and economics facing the nation's utility companies.
What came home to roost - and I don't begin to understand the economics of it - is that it all comes down to pushing figures - figures of mind-boggling enormity - around on a spread sheet. I ponder that it's all somewhat anonymous and abstract. The number crunching could be done with concepts or colours instead of energy and water perhaps.
Oh, and don't forget the undercurrent of political ambition either. The quite laudable policy of moving towards a greater proportion of renewable energy must be achieved at all costs by our political and financial masters with barely a nod to the impact on local communities.
A small thought comes into my head; Gloucester's lines from Act 4 of King Lear: 'As flies to wanton boys are we to th' gods....'