Back from the frozen north, recharged and happy, with piles of photos, new stories to write, new music to play, new places embedded in my geographic memory. And I return to find that the mighty Bill Bailey has a weblog. Yikes.

I think this is the first concerted period of me being at home for a very long while. I’m mainly going to be around, sorting stuff out – my life, my affairs, and the fact I want broadband here. And so I’ll probably be posting here more again.

You know, I think I say this all the fricking time.