The hacked photos of a naked Jennifer Lawrence and other celebs this week has provided wonderful stimulation of the senses for many around the globe - me included.
If it wasn't illegal to publish them, rest assured I would be turning them into a photo gallery for farmingshow.com to sit neatly alongside my Farming Pics gallery and my Women of the 2014 US Tennis Open gallery.
I'm a bit-player in the world of social media. I've only ever posted anything in a work capacity and even then I'm a reluctant participant. There are a range of reasons for this, most of them concerning time and inclination, both of which I have very little. The beauty of this, of course, is I keep myself to myself and occasionally those around me whom I choose to make privy to my mediocre existence. I cook almost every night, I go to parties, I go to events, to work, the gym, I watch my kids play sport and I have pets and yet I've never once felt compelled to tell the world about any of it.
Much like the bloke in last week's column, the poor chap who becomes apoplectic with rage when he doesn't snap the perfect photograph of a grandchild blowing out birthday candles, I see people who feel compelled to share everything they do. From lunch to location, from sunrise to fornication, it's all captured and it's nearly always accessible.