Ok ... today I stood in front of some Dyson bladeless fans and blissfully fell in love. There's a touch of the Gerry Anderson's about all this, and James himself could pass as a Thunderbird doll in all his neat and tight silverhairedness.
But I spent the better part of 15 minutes basking in the "non-buffeting" even gushes of air, childishly moving my hands back and forth through the bladeless rings of each of the versions on display. Hell it just looks plain sexy!! Santa?