Tis the 1st of August already and the nights are drawing in. The year is in terminal decline and I’ve had to dust down my S.A.D. lamp and box of anti-depressant St. John’s Wort pills. So what better way to cheer myself than to indulge in some serious internet telegraph pole porn. This photo, courtesy of the wonderful archive of James Bancroft just floats my boat. It’s got poles disappearing perspectively into infinity, those gorgeously curvy french insulator pins, a railway line and that sultry look of a foreign holiday. James is a serious collector of insulators and cataloguer of poles. His Double Groove website is a must for every connoisseur.
An interesting adjunct to all this is that as I was perusing James’ website, my wife – a fine figure of a woman – had just gotten out of the bath and came to stand next to me. That, with hindsight, was my cue to turn my admiring lustful gaze from said telegraph poles onto her naked womanly form. Something I regrettably failed to do. I think I may have to go and make a bed up in the spare room tonight!